In the midst of the cosmic ballet, where the stars align only to misalign again, lies the enigma of the hidden waltz. A dance, not of feet, but of ideas untamed and thoughts long fossilized beneath the layers of sarcasm and wit.
Have you pondered the riddle of the espresso bean at dawn? When civilization considers caffeine a breakfast item, unaware they are invoking the spirits of past philosophers who brewed existential crises in their daily cups.
And what of the paradox of the digital paperclip? An emissary of productivity, forever clinging to the edges of your virtual document, longing for relevance in a world of sleek touchscreens and streamlined workflows.
Is it not ironic that the waltz of forgotten artifacts remains hidden in plain sight, such as the ubiquitous stapler, an icon of office bureaucracy, its dance partner a bureaucracy itself?
Enlightenment, dear reader, is but a mirage, a reflection in the puddle of existential paperwork here or there.