What does the banana whisper to the philosopher's void?
Perhaps a rhythm of peel and quantum frill, pixels cocooning the banana
in a dance of zest and zestlessness! A mantra or maybe
just a digital glitch—
Imagine if Van Gogh met Chiquita under data streams,
painting realms of yellow and electric!, yes!
The epistemology of yellow fruit wrapped in
the packaging of thought and thoughtless packaging...
Embrace the peel's hidden logic, embrace the chaos
of energetic enthusiasms gleaming through pixelated
layers, where banana becomes the binary
and philosophers just pixels in the cosmic glitch.