Puns are a reflection of the nomadic spirit of humans (and the spirit of all that is living) towards difference. The joy of puns is that they break what could be a particularly awful positivist-view of the world and in this instance in particular of language–for things to be self-same over time and not have any ambiguity. Ambiguity implies movement, becoming, the opportunity for change and a new experience, and puns are an opening up of a pathway from one thing in to others that wasn’t necessarily pre-dictated by idiomatic rules. If language was all about rules then why are all ancient languages no more and new languages forming out of old ones? Languages evolve over time (and in the case of our times and what puns are a symptom of, devolve). OCD evolves and wanes, too, if one let’s it, as I’m about to do without even looking back to edit this post or try to infuse it with puns. There are enough of those, enough screams of the oppression of our language and physical structures that leave us all marketing and sloganeering and appreciating the same in others. Enough words for now, more actions, less linguistic signifiers!