Sublimity is sincere and devoid of any irony, but it is intrinsically ironic in both concept and function. It blurs the difference between self and other yet reinforces one’s sense of self. It overwhelms all reason but, simultaneously, one is acutely aware. The sublime allows one to experience terror but from a safe distance. It is within its disorientation that the conjoining of confusion and clarity happens. The Kantian conceit of the sublime implies a negative pleasure. Understanding comes through the inability to comprehend enormity fully. The sublime is a lofty notion, but all that is iconic quickly becomes ironic.