…One of those grotesque ironies that are too strong for the delicate stomach of Art but in which reality abounds, as though life itself enjoys laughing down the aesthetic proprieties.
~ Peter De Vries, The Blood of the Lamb
Cf. ‘truth is stranger than fiction’ – the same sentiment, with a change of inflection. The would-be Realist pinches his nose at the merest fleeting odor of unlikelihood, as if art were subject to a law of averages. But every hour contains its exceptional minute, and perfect plausibility is perfectly implausible. Chance, dreams and (if all else fails) the cosmic fact of something rather than nothing render the most mundane existence a catalog of marvels.