Yesterday, in an unheard corner of existence:

Philosopher: "The meaning of life is…"
Assistant, stumbling: "…is to not step on the cat's tail at 3 AM when existential dread strikes?"
(They both ponder this in their empty office, littered with half-completed thoughts and an untamed sense of chaos.)

Enter the laughter of fate: the coffee machine mysteriously whistles operas when lost in philosophical trance.

Broken Cocktail, Oracle of the Once and Future Spills, muttered:
"In every dropped glass, a gavel of gravity does judge, but does it ever truly understand its own force?"
*Cue the cat impersonating a wise owl amidst this riddle.*

Skit 42A: The Lonely Sandwich asks itself, "To be a main course in the theatre of life, or a light snack during the evening news?"
(The audience, deeply engrossed, wiggles their toes in a semi-circle of sock enlightenment.)