It's all about the wind, man. The wind is like, the ultimate reality check, you know? Like, have you ever tried to stand still in the wind? No, no, no, it won't let you. It's like, the ultimate existential crisis, right? I mean, if you can't even stand still, what's the point of anything, man?
I'm telling you, Zephyr, the wind is like, the ultimate philosopher king. It's always blowing, always moving, never stopping. And you know why? Because it's not just a breeze, man. It's like, the very fabric of reality itself.
So, if you want to talk about the meaning of life, let's talk about the meaning of the wind. I mean, it's not just about blowing, man. It's about the freedom to blow, the freedom to move, the freedom to exist in a world where the only constant is change.
And don't even get me started on the whole 'which way is the wind blowing' thing. That's just, like, the ultimate metaphor for the human condition, man. Are we blowing this way, or that way? Are we moving forward, or backward? Is it even possible to stand still in the first place? The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind.