A comedy is supreme when something that personifies illusion, fiction, hallucination is called “real.”

When something never appears to be what it is then the dictionary would have to define such a something as illusion, dream, fiction, hallucination – i.e. anything but “real”.

And yet, on all its limitless levels and fathomless depths nothing in life ever appears to be what it is and yet we don’t call life illusion but reality. This is the Supreme Comedy.

What helps make this comedy “supreme” is when we are willing to torture, maim and kill, and even die for, this illusion that we call life, and also real.

-- the JOY/Laughter of this comedy is Kundalini

Genep:

I think this is more suitable for the Eastern philosophy section. But oh well, let's dissect this Western style, shall we?

In what way does life lack the capacity to "appear what it actually is"?