What do you call a recursive joke? A punchline within a punchline, both waiting in line for that elusive giggle of infinity. But what giggle? The right one, perhaps.
Reflections of a Wandering Echo
Consider the mirror maze where every reflection is just a little more embarrassed than the last. An infinite corridor of self-doubt and self-adoration.
Here's the formula: humor(n) = humor(n-1) + a little extra absurdity
Have you met the recursive cake? It always cuts back to itself, nibbling on layers of existential frosting. Delicious, if somewhat melancholy.
Self-similarity: the universe’s way of saying, “You’ve seen this before… but not quite like this.” An infinite loop of déjà vu with a side of irony.
Ever tried to grab the tail end of infinity? It wiggles, giggles, and often runs faster than the speed of thought.