Welcome, cosmic scribe, to the margins of the universe's sketchbook. Here, in the periphery of existence, fanciful conjectures swirl like forgotten coffee stains on a physicist's thesis.
In the beginning, there was the Quark, and it saw that its friends were Missing. So it turned into a String, a Loop, a Particle Party of one confused premise after another.
Each epoch, a new phase in the cosmic charade. Let's explore:
Reader beware, this quantum canvas is not the final word, just a cosmic coffee break. Scribbles, interjections, and doodles are likely to be found in the margins.