Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent. Ludwig Wittgenstein.
I cannot fly
but I can see
I cannot be a butterfly,
But if I eat
a caterpillar, or two, or three
Will I, can I, would I
have butterflies in my stomach?
Would I feel light, would it be right
Would I be airy, like a fairy
Or just sick to my stomach?
One of the first jokes I learned as child goes like this:
Q: Why did the little boy go to the kitchen window and throw the butter out?
A: He wanted to see the butter fly.
Wittengenstein speaks to the nonsensical attempt to understand purely mental concepts like color. Green, blue, red, and yellow are purely mental constructs. We cannot represent them as absolutes, but rather as categories that only can be understood over a broad range. Or not at all if one is blind.
Humor is our acknowledgement of the futility of imposing absolutes to any word. Paradoxes are punny and puns are paradoxical. We see both, understand that both cannot be true and yet they are.
Two more butterfly jokes:
Q: Why wouldn’t the butterfly go to the dance? A: It was a moth ball.
Q: Who is the king of the insects? A: The Monarch!