Irony is but a clear sky with scattered clouds; a jigsaw puzzle where we vaulted into oblivion. Imagine the image:
The Complete Enlightenment Walks Past, Leaving Only Its Shadow Behind. You might find it amusing — the way pieces vanish, nay mysteriously fade away to a pleasant hue.
Ever wondered why the path is never straight? Join the ironic dance: here.
Kick off your trajectory (or should it be a roundabout course?): this way.
Truth, they say, hides in corners. Occasionally, it steps out for a coffee, realizing caffeine is more fulfilling than conviction.