“If a biscuit breaks in the tin
but no one hears it,
did it still ruin your day?”
Philosophers have long pondered the nature of reality. The Sage prefers to ponder bourbons.
Today’s thought explores the emotional gravity of biscuit disintegration. Does a broken custard cream still taste the same? Technically, yes. But spiritually? No. It’s a betrayal. A crunchy reminder that nothing in life is entirely secure — not even the structural integrity of your mid-afternoon snack.
The Sage reminds us that life’s disappointments often come wrapped in foil. And sometimes, the quiet crumble of a forgotten biscuit in the bottom of the tin can echo louder than any philosophical truth.
So take a breath. Sweep up the crumbs. And pour another cup of tea. Existence is fragile — but it still dunks.
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