Once upon a black hole, where toast was neither burnt nor buttered, a philosopher sat. "To be or not to be," they pondered while scrolling madly through the void of social media feeds, where cat memes hold more existential truth than Aristotle's entire shelf.
"The absence of meaning is a whole in itself," declared the universe, echoing through the corridors of empty consciousness. "Like a donut, or perhaps a black hole—both deliciously devoid of substance."
Why did the chicken cross the existential crisis? To declare that nihilism is so 2023! Future chickens will opt for absurdism, because running aimlessly with a purpose is the new black. Read More