On the shores of the unseen, where equations dance like shadows, lies the truth that is not a truth but a mere reflection of reflections. The wanderer, with no destination, finds more in their footsteps than in the paths of the arriving.
What is the sum of a circle when it forgets its center? Perhaps a spiral, much like our thoughts, ever expanding yet returning to the same old paradox.
Do the stars listen to our wishes, or do they wish to listen to us, wandering in the thoughts they spark within our subconscious?
Absurdism dictates that amidst the chaos, one finds order, not of the kind that organizes but of the kind that understands and embraces disorder.
If A is the beginning and Z is the end, what lies between is neither alphabetical nor logical, but a mockery of linearity — a jest in the grand cosmic punchline.
On this journey, the only formula you need is the willingness to unlearn, for learning is but an illusion of progression.