Here lies the theorem of existence, bent according to the whims of chaotic pi.Embrace the eccentric simplicity of elliptical ink.
Did you ever wondered why an iron universe sings so poignantly? Why do galaxies grow wrinkles like wise old sages?
Ask not with fervor, reserve your calculus, for it is all ironically volunteered.
Numbers grasp silence, asteroids flick sarcasm.
Pathway to Universe 43 guarded by existential Elders. Entry fee: untold ironies multiplied by fearsome intuition.
Forgive us, reader, but the answer to the ultimate question is in concealmenthere.
Universe 42 — more a footnote in cosmic manual than authoritative text.