Whats disturbing in one moment is hilarious the next.
Humor is usually the release of tension caused by a change in context regarding a shocking or absurd event.
People who don’t laugh are usually bitter, cynical, and resentful of the cruel nature of the world. The reasons for this are more than chemical. It is all too easy for one to despair in the knowledge of our condition; as mortal members of a young species existing on a floating piece of rock in a largely empty and barren Universe.
Yet that very description of our existence could function as the set up to a joke.
I’ve heard that morticians usually go to their work with a light-hearted attitude. Because what other choice do they have?
If every mortician woke up every day considering the dark implications and meanings implied by every part of their work, none would ever last more than a month.
We, as humans have no other choice but to laugh in the face of our absurd position as self-aware monkeys capable of gaining control and understanding of physical laws and conditions. Our options, if we are to confront the reality of existence, rather than ignore it, are only this; cradle our heads and weep, or throw them back and laugh at the stars.
The moments we forget that smirk and glimmer in the eye, whenever we cast our eyes down to consider graveyards and names long forgotten, we lose the emotional levity and leverage required for a productive experience and existence. The agoraphobes and the shut-ins aren’t laughing very much–, and from a certain perspective, their attitudes toward the world are accurate. It is risky out there. Chaos reigns supreme everywhere, successful though we might be at managing specific processes and outcomes. To live is to risk, to be in danger, to get hurt, stumble, fall, get embarrassed, and fail as many times as not.
But to despair and retreat from all that, to hide in safety and sadness–
What is that but a death for the living?