In the grand cosmic joke, we leave footprints on clouds, smiling brilliantly while stepping on invisible pig's tails. Such is the essence of existence.
Imagine sipping coffee with a ghost quarterback, discussing goals while they gab about being overlooked. The irony is deliciously palpable, as paradoxes pirouette polished.
Does one laugh or cry when discovering the jellybean economy of ephemeral pleasures? Oh, sweet transient snacks, how you mold our destinies!
Need directions? Please consult a cat. They know everything about stillness—it's their specialty. Footprints can only be within paws' reach!