At the heart of the Enlightenment was the notion that the world could in principle be explained. Yet perplexingly the biggest questions seem to defy explanation. Is explanation an illusion, or does…

It’s a question often asked of the conspiratorially minded, born from an irritation with the modern tendency to question every event and its mainstream media account. Of course, it’s really a statement – “Everything isn’t a conspiracy!”

I laugh in the face of death, make horrible crude jokes, and just generally find some measure of joy in situations where others might cry or wail. I’m the kind of guy that finds shit like this hilarious: