“In the grand pantheon of existential dread, rocks are like the quiet introverts at a party: solid, unmovable, but occasionally misunderstood.”
Perhaps they are contemplating how humans gather them in neat piles only to forget their location when it rains. Confused? So are they.
Do you know that if you whisper "Inertia" while balancing a pebble atop another, your balance becomes cosmic humor? Even gravity chuckles at that! Discover more absurd truths.
Meanwhile, shadows congregate, sharing stories they’ve heard - bleak tales of garden gnomes hiring existential counselors. Click here to hear the legends!