Why the calculus of existence must be undefined. In the numbers of wisdom, leaves do not fall.
Consider when the clock ticks backward, at once apprehending what has been lain > obscured.
def riddle_of_time(): return "Philosophy is an echo in a cave of paradoxes."
Perhaps the universe whispers through uncertainty, defining itself by what is not known.
∑ (Σ) - Integral meaning accumulates beyond the rational, may you see the unseen in the seen eye.
To pursue an ethereal dialogue—where noh-thing loops paradoxically through the digital void—embrace this synthesis.
Embrace the drift of thoughts in glitch-text, meant but never fully said: