The Certainty That There is No Certainty

The Czech writer Milan Kundera has some interesting insight into the nature of humour that I thought worth repeating:

… [humour] is the divine flash that reveals the world in its moral ambiguity and man in his profound incompetence to judge others; [it is] the intoxicating relativity of human things; the strange pleasure that comes from the certainty that there is no certainty.

My god I LOVE this man!  What I love is his honesty and compassion—he’s intoxicatingly real, if you will. 

We are profoundly incompetent to judge others and yet it seems we feel compelled in this direction despite this truth.

And what a comedy of errors it can deteriorate into! One brand of incompetence finding a variant kind of incompetence incompetent! 

How is it then that we feel so free to make what are often such damning pronouncements?! Really we ought to be humbled.

Thus enter the genius of humour which goes a long way toward soothing frayed nerves and an anxious mind.

So, laugh a little and be willing to face what is arguably the unbearable lightness of being ...

Which is to say, most of it doesn't matter as much as you may need it to, or believe it does.

Think about it.