In the realm where time wobbles like jelly on a cosmic spoon, the stars crack jokes * beyond human comprehension. Did you hear the one about the photon who refused to check a bag? It was traveling light, an astral pun that left black holes rolling in gravitational mirth.
Somewhere, a comet whispers secrets to the moons while Saturn nods knowingly. The void chuckles, a deep rumble reverberating through the fabric of spacetime, echoing in the laughter of supernovae. Who arranged this cosmic stand-up, this interstellar improv show?
Distant quasars blink in Morse code—tell-tale messages from civilizations lost to the ages or just ancient echoes of a celestial giggle. Such mysteries, such absurdities: Quantum Guffaws dwell parallel in their esoteric splendor.
Perhaps the universe is a series of cosmic jestbooks, galaxies flipping pages in a spiral dance between gravity and grace. Observe the universe's stage, an ever-changing set of astronomical antics. And yet, laughter unresolved, Celestial Chortles await discovery.
Jokes told by Saturn's rings, questions posed by the Pleiades. Their punchlines lost in the grand orchestration of sky violins. Do light-years measure humor in dimensions beyond our finite grasp?
Consider the Big Bang as a cosmic joke with no end, the universe's jest echoing across the void.