To exist is to question existence, yet in questioning, do we validate or invalidate the void?
Time is a loop, a circle, an endless spiral, yet it is straight, it is pliable, it is the river eternal.
Meaning dances just out of reach, a mirage over an endless desert, both there and not there.
The choice of action is a paradox, a contradiction, yet inaction is its own action, a silent scream.
Like a record player skipping tracks, we find ourselves caught in grooves of thought. Over and over, the needle drops, yet the melody is never the same. Explore further.
What is truth but a reflection in a funhouse mirror, distorted and warped, yet oddly familiar? Enter the maze
The philosopher sits atop a carousel, spinning through realms of reason, while the rider remains motionless, contemplating the spiral staircase of cognition. Ride the ride.