Axiomatic Echoes

The universe has a twisted sense of humor. It speaks in riddles while we scribble earnest A4 pages of syllogisms:

If stardust is destiny, and AAA batteries are providential, what then is the role of chicken salad sandwiches in universal equations?

Entropic laughter — it’s the only symphony with a conductor who lost his baton and managed to conduct alongside a comet’s tail.

• Corollary Chaos: For the days when Starbucks meets Schrödinger.
• Epistemic Waltz: Footnotes dancing through existential corridors.
• Pantheism of Pasta: Divine spaghetti — follow the sauce in times of need.

As dawn broke over a digital sea, one might ponder, “Did I switch off the gravity at work, or is this just Thursday in disguise?”

A fun fact manufactured in the labs of cosmic curiosity: the collective noun for existential crises is a scuttle. Henceforth, if you witness a scuttle of crises, perhaps offer them a cup of tea or a stardust-flavored syllogism. They do appreciate good hospitality — even if it’s purely hypothetical.