The profound absence of presence is, in fact, a loud whisper in a silent library.
Certainly, one could argue that the chair you are avoiding has more to say than the one you occupy.
If only the clock could tick backwards, we might then appreciate time's creative absences.
Missing TimeSchrödinger's reflection: It's both here and has yet to arrive.
Entangled words: Meaningless and meaningful, separated only by a comma.
Ironically, the absence of irony is the pinnacle of ironic discussions.
Haunting EchoesArt, they said, is in the eye of the absent beholder, who sees nothing but everything.
Your existential crisis is on aisle four, next to the spontaneous combustion of pretense.
Did you know that metaphors can also be literal, but only when you're not looking?
Opera of Schrödinger