Surprisingly, and for some, downright astonishingly, there are a few who, on the most rarest of occasions, jump ship from the intellectual and socially elite world. It would seem that more successfully one dwelled in this very "Serious World" the more hilarious this serious attitude becomes after abandoning it.
Even though the aristocracy offers its staunch supporters a tradition that rises above all social ills in a world that is ever thought-provoking, all-encompassing, and deeply alluring, it has a zero tolerance policy for humor, considering the enterprise: contemptuous, imprudent, discourteous, and downright cheeky.
Yes, humor is radical, contemporary, fresh, and select in its brilliance. But it is also soft, human, and assembled, just as are serious enterprises, interacting with others from the place of good intentions; where the beauty of the ideal is neither country, nor civilized notion; it is equality acknowledged and innocently accepted. It is genuine affection for life in a world obsessed with money, power, conquest, and sanctimonious bullshit.
We are not fugitives in our own land, long expelled from Eden as a manner of learned influence. No one is actually keeping us off the grass.
The extreme fiction of life is that living is subjective. This means we choose, perhaps not always our circumstances, but with some effort, our experience of how we perceive and define those circumstances. Viewing our world from a humorous lens dissolves the self and the part of us that habitually interacts with the world by continuously creating new impediments for ourselves.
Humor was Shakespeare's masterpiece of devices. With apparent ease, he delighted and entertained us in our follies over nothing.
We are still slipping on the proverbial banana peel, but we laugh every time we do. A humorous person knows this and recognizes a glorious sublimity that praises us despite our many failings.
Humor transcends and the monarch of wit himself and has us rolling in stitches, thinking and thanking everyone as we recognize ourselves in the slips and slides of others.
Inventing that upon which we ruminate means we have the capacity for abandoning the critical, self-imposing self-policing that leaves no room for humor to enter. Tightly holding onto all the BS in our life results in toxic levels of irony at its height and tragedy at its depth.
Humor is not only a valid enterprise held within the origin of evolvement, it is a guide through the labyrinth of our obscene intellect... to a place where traces of angelic ideology dwell undaunted and unfallen.