Did you know that if the entire history of the universe was condensed into a single calendar year, writing was invented fifteen seconds ago?
The only thing that keeps me from floating away and imploding in the Milky Way was unheard of at 11:59:44 PM.
When I read this, everything made sense for the first time in twelve years.
(Twelve years ago, I was six, and six year olds don't have thoughts that cause them to question existence and the purpose of anything; seven year olds, however, can and do.)
I don't know about you, but for me, 11:59:45 PM is prime poetry reading and writing time. And that time slot doesn't close until you go to bed and wake up and do adult things and carry on emotionless throughout the day, so if you don't ever go to sleep, you can achieve a state of transparency, and consumers love seeing right through you.