As the sun rose over the vast, arid expanse of the Desert of Despair, a group of sages gathered to discuss the most pressing issue of their time: the meaning of the fluffy cat.
'Is it the ultimate reality,' asked the venerable Sage of the Golden Turban, 'or is it merely a distraction from the crushing existential dread that we all face in this godless void?'
The Sage of the Silver Sphere countered, 'But what of the mystical properties of catnip? Does it hold the key to unlocking the secrets of the universe, or is it merely a tool for the masses to numb themselves against the pain of existence?'
And so the debate raged on, with no resolution in sight, as the sages of old were wont to do.