"I think that life is a very sad piece of buffoonery; because we have in ourselves, without being able to know why, wherefore or whence, the need to deceive ourselves constantly by creating a reality (one for each and never the same for all), which from time to time is discovered to be vain and illusory . . . My art is full of bitter compassion for all those who deceive themselves; but this compassion cannot fail to be followed by the ferocious derision of destiny which condemns man to deception."
That's as well as may be, but Pirandello needs to lighten up. At least buffoonery's funny. There’s that bit in Wayne's World where Wayne is complaining to camera about how unfair things are and how it's all falling apart and the audience's pov gradually drifts away from him. It's not about telling The Truth, is it? It's about telling stories; and helping build the constructs that make life compelling.
One of my colleagues is frightened of balloons when they've become slightly deflated. Remembering this yesterday, I took down the balloons we had (they were slightly deflated) and left them on her desk before I met up with her for lunch. Evil or funny?