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Absurdity

Absurdity (from Latin absurdus - "out of tune") - the quality of being stupid, ridiculous or wildly unreasonable, or silly in a humorous way.

It surrounds us.
We live and inhale its deadly vapours.
It's like Yin and Yang. It's just life. 

Absurdity can be very cheerful and creative. It is an inspiration for all kinds of creators and a fuel for popular jokes. This particular type of it entertains us over and over again and we should praise it for all excellent books and films we can enjoy because it simply exists. There would be no comedians or many TV shows without it, for sure.
But, there is always a "but". Another type of Absurdity. Its evil twin.

It is a reality that should not exist. It is against common sense, and yet it lasts. It's made by people looking like you and me, and yet so different.
Absurdity is a sublime dish of stupidity, stewed in a lack of imagination and seasoned with a lack of empathy. All this is served with fresh fear, aggression jus and sprinkled with ground complexes.
It will exist as long as there are people who look only at themselves. Those who see only a small part of the world and do not care about anything or anyone.

We have to live with it, because we have no other choice. We have to immunize. Let's watch and laugh, because it's really hard to win with nonsense.

Track it, name it and ridicule it. Infect others with common sense. Contrary to appearances, there are many normal people, and this is the greatest paradox of the Absurdity - it is created by a few and affects many.




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