This year, the Academy Award for Best Animated Short Film went to “The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore”.
At one point the protagonist raises the question “…why does the weasel go ‘pop’? does it matter? If life is enjoyed does it have to make sense?”
But then again, what if enjoyment is to be had in the inquiry, in things making sense? What if the fun is in the chase? Why is that such a bad thing?