In the grand cosmos where comets fashion their hair in metallic flair and gravity consistently forgets how to hug, we propose a manifesto that defies all reason and operates on a humor wavelength too obscure for most.
Step lightly, as your footprints lead nowhere in particular, but they do collect a fine dust of existential novelty. Remember: the universe is conspiring to amuse you, not to confuse you—though the two often share coffee breaks.
Respected members of the Whispering Stars Society agree that the meteors should stop taking themselves so seriously; consider a career in comedy, the Universe tells them with a wink. Explore more absurdity.
Don't miss the Cosmic Stand-Up Gala occurring, not in space, but in the imaginations of those who dare to dream absurdly. Tickets sold in gravitational waves, subject to cease and desist orders from the Time Management Agency.
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In the event of a philosophical emergency, remember that these wise whispers have been vetted by neither the Galactic Board of Expressionism nor any committee that acknowledges responsibility.