There are certain queer times and occasions in this strange mixed affair we call life when a man takes this whole universe for a vast practical joke, though the wit thereof he but dimly discerns, and more than suspects that the joke is at nobody’s expense but his own.
Of all the flying seeds in the world, that to which are attached the most solid wings, enabling it to be disseminated at the greatest distance from its point of origin, is still a joke.[Car de toutes les graines voyageuses, celle à qui sont attachées les ailes les plus solides qui lui permettent d’être disséminée à une plus grande distance de son lieu d’éclosion, c’est encore une plaisanterie.]
If our faith is strong, we’ll go to heaven, and we’ll understand the whole thing when we get there. As if life were a joke, and heaven the place where the cosmic punchline is finally explained to us.
Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made.