Live as if the next rise is inevitable.
In the great theater of existence, we too are but ingredients in a dough that rises with the heat of chaos, each wave a transient dance in the boundless oven of time. This Mexican wave, echoing in the stands of some cosmic stadium, calls upon us to participate in the ephemeral rhythm that binds us all. Baker Noé's ponderings often found their way into the flipping of tortillas, yet the true twist was that of fate, unseen and unrelenting.
As the wave rolls forward, consider the paradox: to be both partaking and a spectator in the grand play of pastries and pulses. Are we not all bakers of our destinies?
[1] As elaborated in "The Kneading of Existence" by Anselm Tartrine, 1947, a tome lost to the ages but revered in whispered circles among patissiers.
[2] The concept of the "Baker's Wave" is further explored in the fictional dialogues of "Zeno's Oven" by P.H. Brioché, wherein the effects of quantum baking are discussed.
Embrace the shift, for in every rise there lies a fall, and within every fall, a promise of restoration. With every movement, every ephemeral crest, there exists the possibility of new beginnings, new recipes, and fresh rolls.
[3] For more on this cyclical philosophy, refer to the elusive texts of "Whisked Realities" by Clarissa Mousse, which blend existential musings with culinary metaphor in ways yet to be fully understood.
As you read, feel the undulation beneath your feet, a beat slow yet insistent. It is the heartbeat of the universe, a rhythmic kneading of cosmic flour.