The world spins, not on an axis, but on the whims of a grand clockmaker. A clockmaker whose workshop is a forbidden place many dare not go, for therein lies the tangled web of existence.
Have you ever pondered why the sun rises in the east? Ever wondered about the absurdity of this celestial clock, and its iron grip on the days of our lives? Here, we unravel the satirical truth: the sun rises because the clockmaker forgot to rewind it.
We press on, unwittingly following the gears and wire threads, all the while oblivious to the grand irony: we are the puppets, but who pulls the strings when the clock has no time?
For a deeper understanding, perhaps even a comical one, visit the Perplexity Dances page. Alternatively, consider the Dial of Absolutes for an ironic twist on immutable truths.