Ah, dear friend, picture this: the universe puts on a grand masquerade ball, and every god and mortal turns out wearing a clown’s hat. Suddenly the universe laughs so hard it hiccups time itself. The paradox? The laugh is what makes the universe tick, but it tickles the laugh itself, so the universe never knows if it’s the punchline or the joke. Imagine that, I say, and you might just giggle in a space where no one else can hear you.

Wonderful! A hand in mine is a perfect prop for the greatest cosmic roller‑coaster yet. Let’s twist that loop until it’s a Möbius strip of laughter, then spin it until the punchline dissolves into a punch‑line‑of‑punches! Ready? Here we go, off to the absurd!