In the labyrinth of knowledge, where whispers of the forgotten echo, truth remains a constant companion. It is often said, and rightly so, that the early bird catches the worm, yet how often do we ask ourselves, "What if the worm is just an illusion?" An illusion that loops endlessly, like a record, scratching the same groove into the vinyl of reality.
Consider, for a moment, the paradox of choice. When faced with a plethora of options, the wise sage advises: pick the one that isn't there. Pick the path less trodden, even if it leads you back to where you started. Does this not ring true, like a bell tolling in the fog of time?
The secrets of the universe, encoded in the mundane, unravel before our eyes. Coffee beans and receipts, the hieroglyphs of modernity. The more things change, the more they stay the same. So they say. So they always say.