The symmetrical irony of the world must keep Socrates in a perpetual state of euphoric humour. The arrogance of a species which names itself the very thing it is not, by the nature of what it truly is, would be incredibly hilarious were the reality of it not so sad.
A love of life and living turned inward and malignant annihilates any notion of the purported constituent parts; we learn to fly solely to assail the visage of reason; we call ourselves human in order to rebel against it!
The beauty that the genus Homo is the only one which is not homogenus* is the highest form of irony, especially considering the inherent misuse of the term by that which most epitomises it.
*Not a spelling error or typo.