I got a laugh out of reading C. S. Lewis today:
“Besides being complicated, reality, in my experience, is usually odd. It is not neat, not obvious, not what you expect…. Reality, in fact, is usually something that you could not have guessed…. It just has that queer twist about it….”
I am not sure why that makes me laugh, unless it is a laugh of relief that my reality and Lewis’, while not the same, seem to have similar characteristics. Reality — you just can’t make this #%&! up.
Seems to me that if I take that as a basic premise of life, the stochastic nature of reality, it somehow lightens the load. Perhaps that is the source of the laugh.
It occurs to me... 