In the dusty archives of metaphysics, long forgotten are the swift whispers of existential expeditions: "Ponder, but do not act."
Somewhere beneath the sedimentary layers of common sense, we stumble upon the relic of a concept: the particle which dreams not of velocity but of vices.
The ironic fossilization of "ideas" reveals the true nature of ossification: there is beauty in rigidity. So said the statues of thinkers, unbothered by the chaos surrounding them.
Rumor has it that Einstein once debated Schrödinger on the efficacy of irony over dinner. The particle that was Schrödinger's cat preferred dessert.