Illusion And Laughter

Are illusions made to be laughed with, laughed at, laughed away? Is the human comedy also a divine comedy? Should we not wail, but share the joke? The children’s party conjuror and the handkerchief, the rabbit, the flock of doves – they’re here, then they’re not… we laugh at our own disbelief. This illusion that the world is real, and that God does not look us in the face at every turn, in every detail – should we laugh, acknowledging a good joke, and ourselves the butt; remove our own false nose, and eyes and ears, take out the incarnation from our buttonhole which squirts squid-ink at unsuspecting friends.. applaud the conjuror?