Fun

This adorable otter seems to be more sleepy than intent
on having fun, but I added him because otters generally seem to have fun.
Source: http://www.fortrossstatepark.org/seaotter.htm

Oppermann has been bugging me to write some article on the nature of "Fun." I am very concerned that the practice of writing about fun will turn out to be not fun at all.

One of the essential tenants of fun is limitlessness: one does not have a sense of limit or frustration in the practice of whatever it is one is doing. One might be on a plane of consistency, to quote a Deleuzian phrase, but this plane expands and temporarily extends to all corners of experience: fun is all encompassing... for the time being.

Fun cannot be permanent. Nothing in it is fixed. Fun implies foolishness: the limitless and the unbounded capacity of consciousness to be in its own emptiness: it is not constricted around any tight subject: fun is not capable of laceration. Laceration constricts except in the most perverse contexts. laceration releases blood, and perhaps in one sense the blood has fun flowing out of the body and the subsequent decay and dissolution of the blood cells.

But death and decay: entropy do not seem to encompass fun. It is not fun to die because it is not fun to constrict oneself. For example, it is more fun to be a living otter than it is to be a rotting boot in a drainage ditch.