Whispered Logic

Do we not all hear the whispered logic of the cosmos at 3 am? When the coffee aligns with the moons and the hum of the refrigerator becomes symphonic? Solutions hidden beneath the folds of your last unspoken thought. Irony is but the unacknowledged cousin of necessity, don’t you see?

Tell it to the stars, they said, and so you did without a voice. They replied with a silence so profound, it's written in the language of black holes where whispers are but echoes of light.

This is your moment, hero without a saga. Measure it in brief nods and sardonic smiles, for it is etched on the fabric of yesterday's tears.

Consider the cat that retained its Cartesian positioning. A feline philosopher lingering, its paradox settled in the quietly conditional edges of reality. Does it meow or does it not? The question dissolves into a satire on existence.