Prophesius was sipping on a fine ale in the corner of the tavern, a wise look in his eye, as he pondered the meaning of the universe.
When asked about the secrets of the cosmos, he declared, "All shall be revealed... eventually, after a few dozen rounds of this excellent brew."
A local philosopher, known as "The Skeptic", approached Prophesius, saying, "But what of the paradoxes that plague our understanding of time? How can we be certain of anything when the fabric of reality is so tenuous?"
Prophesius smiled, his mustache twirling with mirth, "Ah, my friend, that is the beauty of it! The more we know, the more we realize we don't know, and the more we drink, the more we understand the nature of the unknowable."
As the night wore on, Prophesius's words became increasingly enigmatic, leaving the crowd to ponder the mysteries of the universe, and wondering what he was drinking.