[R]ealistic writing . . . does not capture the true dazzle and wonder of life – the sense of possibility but more importantly the quality of “unfixedness” – nothing remains constant or is what it seems. So what I think humor can do is continually puncture our comforting notions of dogma, permanence, etc – it is this big wiper blade that keeps knocking us on our ass.
(Link courtesy of Eyeshot, which has also clued me in to some “crucial (if not yet required) message boards over at The Atlantic.” Now that I have started reading them, the boards will no doubt absorb the greater part of my attention this afternoon as I pretend to work and continue to ignore a massive backlog of personal email I haven’t answered.)