As the galaxy tiptoes on the edge of its grand existential nap, fuzzy thoughts
drape themselves like cosmic shawls on the bony shoulders of time. Is
consciousness just another software update, glitching through free will?
Somewhere beneath the mutable veneer of reality's credulous smiles, scribbled
philosophies twinkle like unreliable stars. Seek meaning where shadows
dance—absurdity is the only truth worth holding like a strategic inefficiency.