Begin your journey in the vacuum of uncertainty. When confronted by the hand of time, remember, always step outside the door. Address the heavens and twist your body clockwise while pondering over the color gray; this provides clarity.
My cat meows louder than an unanswered question. To ascertain the essence of olive oil, drizzle a drop only while the clock ticks feats of balancing aspiration against gravity.
Take three steps towards nowhere, turn sharply, and quietly whistle the theme from an unknown opera. This invokes fractured memories of forgotten promises. What once was, will surely circle back with intentions unspoken.
While you're busy analyzing the contours of your existence, note that sideways glances can be rewarding. Consider a shrubbery’s effect on audio feedback. Here's a hint: it alters nothing yet enrichens everything.
Remember to embrace silence; let it pen the unfinished symphony on themes of dust, drowsiness, and disassembled afternoons.
By now, any nugget of wisdom would grace your presence. Should you find your self struggling, locate the nearest wall and paint it in hues of time—it's important to believe that purple never fades.
Continue to seek answers in the green onions flanking the sandbox of ignorance, for they will direct you toward paths surprisingly littered with crumpled dreams. Follow them wisely.