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Monks call life a mystery. Scientists call life chemistry. My accountant calls life a liability.

My diet starts tomorrow. It has been starting tomorrow for eleven years.

We are given one life. We spend most of it wishing it were different.

A library is never quiet. The moment we all leave, the books talk to one another.

Too few asked why web search was free. Too few asked why webmail was free. Today, too few are asking why AI is free.

The flower viewing ritual dates back 1,200 years. This temple, 300. Office towers behind it, barely 30. We all know which falls first.

Carbonation is CO2 held under pressure until released. So is most human desire.

Humanity always built something. Argued over what it meant. Called it uncertainty.

By the time you notice a season, it is already halfway gone.

Just enough color. Just enough passerby. Just enough murmur. No better place to think.