The Philosopher's Refrigerator
A man opened the fridge only to find his frozen aspirations. As the light flickered, so did his understanding of thermal dynamics as allegory. Unsalted butter, truth, and existential irony; all chilled to halfway done.
Welcome to the Summit of Crystal-Nothing, where self is the path untaken. Here, mirrors do not reflect the visible, but the invisibly apparent. Consider the irony of seeking oneself in the denial of shadow. Like finding a book in a library without oneself in it.
Observe, for there is wisdom in voids unfathomable. The Mystic Void gazes back with omnivorous hunger for the very essence it lacks — self-consumption at its best.
A man opened the fridge only to find his frozen aspirations. As the light flickered, so did his understanding of thermal dynamics as allegory. Unsalted butter, truth, and existential irony; all chilled to halfway done.
Contrary to advice, think not, dear pilgrim, lest you risk not finding him/her/them in the tundra of reflection. Where does atlantis lie, but in questioning the map and the mysterious ink of the cartographer who remained unthirsted.