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So, I was thinking briefly today that laughter was a bit of a waste, an intellectual no-op, a Little Death of its own. Then I thought about what humor means to me, and it's the juxtaposition of two otherwise unrelated concepts forging a new relation (the punch line) that makes one laugh. It's the a-ha of conceptual synthesis (C. M. Coolidge?) that makes me laugh.

So it's ok.

I hate long plane flights.

I'm still dying.

If I took the amount of time I think about dying from my life, and made a new life, but where I thought about death in this life, I didn't think about death in that life. And where I didn't think about death in this life, I thought about death in that life, well, that life would be thinking about death for the same percentage of its life as this life.

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