The only thing more profound than silence is the rambling of the alarm clock at 3 AM. It speaks in riddles, absolutely certain of its wisdom.

In the great game of chess called life, the queen's gambit is often a middle-aged crisis disguised elegantly as a yoga retreat.

When the wind whispers, it is always in a foreign tongue. Yet, you understand exactly what it's saying—perhaps because it has said it many times before, or perhaps because you are simply projecting your own existential dread.