Why does the conscious mind refuse to hear the true whispers of its own ignorance? Perhaps it's a cosmic joke, one that requires no punchline, just a heavy sigh.
In a world where unicorns pay rent and gravity is optional, telepathic winds tell tales of those who seek the meaning of meaninglessness. Should we laugh or simply nod in universal understanding?
If Schrödinger's cat had telepathy, would it also have existential dread? The sands of quantum time trap our curiosities in layers of ironies waiting to be peeled, one sarcastic comment at a time.