The First and Last word for Realization is the same, Laughter that is called: "there is no other." I AM this dream that is the Supreme Comedy in which Money Python tells me in “Life of Brian” that the real “lucky, lucky bastard” gets crucified, SINGING. Life is the Supreme Comedy in which Super Psychopaths -- that make bloodthirsty tyrants look like saints -- keep perfecting the word “democracy” to Catch22ly keep their Braindead masses more and more brain-dead, Catch22ly. These Super Psychopaths do this so they can keep laughing all the way to glut their banks with their billions by using their “democracy” to keep their Braindead masses wallowing in the never-ending miseries of sins, crimes, addictions, bloodbaths, disease, debt, prisons, poverty and starvation. Life is the Supreme Comedy in which everyone has to kill each other in bloodbaths so that democracy's drug-companies can help arms-dealers inherit the World. Life is a Supreme Comedy in which I have to assume I AM brain-dead before I can laugh. I should know. I should know because I don't have to assume anything, least of all that I am Braindead. I don't have to assume anything because this Laughter makes me utterly certain that I AM brain-dead and thus I no more need a brain to laugh at the word “thinking” than Pavlov's dogs needed a brain to salivate to the sound of a bell. Life is the Supreme Comedy. And the reason it is Supreme is because “ there is no other” makes me that “lucky-lucky bastard” and that is the joke. Braindead geza