Divine comedy

Metaphysics of the mind remind me of the God’s proclivity toward irony. For what little say I myself had in my own creation, it is only fitting what little more say I have in carrying out my ambitions… which… I could hardly call my own, right?

It’s almost with each passing folly, the divine chuckle intensifies while ambition and spite doubles. As if the ‘creation’ could outwit the Creator! Perhaps the killing blow to God himself would be laughter from irony of divine proportion: proving God himself wrong and to down him with amusement. One is left to wonder whether that door is open or not, or rather, for whom?

Perhaps man and divine beings are united as one in knowing there is little else to do to pass the time then to be amused and banish seriousness to a hell of sorts. So one is left to laugh with them, or be laughed at… or to live in hell.