In the cosmos of fables, where planets are born from rhymes and orbits are tied in the knots of absurdity, lies whimsy. Whimsy that revolves, revolves, and then revolves some more around the sun of sanity.
Did you hear about the comet who lost its tail? Whimsically wandering, orbiting aimlessly, seeking celestial hairdressers. Orbiting, orbiting... until it forgot what gravity was.
Black holes? Nothing but the universe's vacuum cleaners. Tidying up the cosmic clutter, one star at a time. But they never find their keys, do they? Orbiting, orbiting... forever searching.
And here we find ourselves, on this tiny planet, orbiting the sun while trying not to trip over the Milky Way's cosmic carpet. Orbiting, orbiting... wishing for a piece of interstellar cake.
Feeling dizzy? Just look at the spinning planet for a few more repeats... of the same old cosmic joke.
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