Have you ever pondered, under a moonless sky, why shadows linger as if in perpetual introspection? The silence between stars narrates tales of light that flickered but never returned, while shadows critique their luminous counterparts in hushed tones.
In this cosmic theatre, shadows teach irony: they exist only where light is absent yet yearn for its embrace. "I am the outline of a thought unspoken," says the shadow, "the echo of a dialogue that never began between light and darkness."
What, then, is the shadow's philosophy? Perhaps, it is a doctrine of existence without explanation, a memoir written in the ink of obscurity. Shadows, my friend, are the unsung philosophers of the universe. They know that to be seen is not to be understood.
Curious about more shadowy wisdom? Explore the depths: Shattered Illusions | Reflections on Glass.
For further enlightenment, perhaps of a lesser shadow: Ponderings of the Void.