Is the existential crisis a cry for help or just an echo of breakfast cereal noises?
Why did the philosopher cross the road? To question the very nature of crossing itself.
“I think, therefore I am. However, since coffee isn't on the syllabus, I'm pretty sure I 'never am'."
“I'm telling you, if Socrates had access to Wi-Fi, he wouldn't be sharing dialogue but pep talks at 2 AM!”
Let’s wax poetic about remorse. Whimsical indeed - as the rent for your soul overdue adds not an ounce of despair. Gargle this thought: The Soul Rent
What if we all just were figments of overly caffeinated imaginations? Script of the Brewed delves into this brewing illusion!
In days gone by, pens shaped civilizations, but dreams bequeath electricity. Care for a phenomenon? The Lucid Mechanic
What weighs one hundred pounds, yet fits snugly through the eye of a needle, guffawing madly as it passes?