So, speaking of funny stories...

... and world's colliding and drunken words setting chains of items in motion that cannot be properly recalled, appointments that have taken place in the past and and randomness rearing its deliciously incisive head to make fateful, Loki-like appearances.

You like to think it is driven of a restlessness, of a foreshadowing, of an irrepressible insanity. You like to think of it as little drops of bread that lead you down the gardenpath toward an onward voyage. You like to think it may happen sooner before later and at the same time you cringe at the sheer folly and irresponsibility of it all.

Just a further rumination on Alfie's old rumination: "What's it all about?" I guess. As the boats beat on...


UPDATE, hours later, and an entry into the 6th annual most beautiful word contest that crosses my desk captures it well (oh, you dictionary.com you): "Hilarity implies noisy and boisterous mirth, often exceeding the limits of reason or propriety". Impropriety was the word I was looking for to place after folly above. The wondrous English language.