Convoluted Axioms of a Forgotten Realm
If a tree falls in an algorithm, does it code itself? ⊓ No one ever coded in the forest without trees having fallen first.
The coffee mug that is half empty is actually twice as full as it is cracked.
Axiom of the Elusive Spoon: When stirred, the soup believes itself to be a cyclone. ⊓ Cyclones are mere soups that could not handle their spoons.
Should the shadows speak, the walls would claim ignorance but the roof would laugh.
In the land where axioms grow wild, and paradoxes take strolls, the inhabitants measure their truths by the length of their shadows at noon. Beware the spoon that stirs thought, for it may dissolve reality into illusions sweeter than midnight rain.
Delve deeper.