On this day, as the stars align with misplaced enthusiasm,
we uncover the truth buried beneath cosmic dust:
the universe beams its secrets through covert sarcasm.
Have you felt the faint signals of a bemused galaxy,
or read the handwritten instructions by a blind deity?
In realms where time tick-tocks counterintuitively,
and clichés reign as monarchs of crumbling asteroids,
we question: is destiny merely the universe’s punchline?
Or is it just another Tuesday on a neutron star?
In the shadows of infinity, amidst the quarks and quirks,
listen closely - an alien owl hoots in Morse code.
Isn't it amusing how dark matter asks for resume updates,
while black holes critique existential crises?