Soundless Epiphanies

In the grand corridors of thought, where echoes of unheard revelations ricochet off walls that don’t exist, one must adopt an enigmatic posture. This could either mean sitting cross-legged atop a philosophical soapbox or dramatically pointing at an imaginary constellation.

If you ever find yourself pondering the universe, remember: it prefers to remain unpondered. A wise banana once said, "To peel or not to peel, that is the question." And so, we ask, what is the sound of one epiphany clapping?

Riddle me this: I am heavy forward, but light behind. I have a tail, yet I cannot wag it. What am I? Scroll down for answers that may never come.

Should your existential musings lead you astray, fear not! We have weird socks and abstract penguins to distract you. Or consider the wisdom of llamas in tuxedos.

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