The meeting of the Chronos-McCalculus Council was meant to be a groundbreaking discussion of the fundamental principles of time and space.
However, things got a bit weird when the attendees started talking about themselves in the third person. "I, Chronos-McCalculus," said one attendee, "am a master of the timestream."
Another attendee, a renowned expert in the field, retorted, "Actually, I, the great McCalculus himself, am the one holding this meeting, so let's just focus on my brilliant ideas for a minute."
As the debate continued, the room became increasingly fragmented, with each attendee insisting they were the center of the universe.
And then, just when it seemed like things couldn't get any more paradoxical, the clock on the wall started ticking backwards.
We're prophets of doom, stuck in this temporal loop, unable to escape the infinite recursion.
We're trapped in an eternal present, with no past or future, and all we can think about is how to get a decent cup of coffee.
Stay tuned for more updates from the Chronos-McCalculus Council, where the only constant is the absurdity.
(Please note: actual progress may be impossible.)