As the sun sets over the rolling hills of rural Germany, Martin Heidegger finds himself lost in a sea of existential dread.
He paces back and forth in front of a worn, wooden fence, his mind racing with the weight of absurdities and dasein's inherent meaninglessness.
His famous "What is the meaning of Being?" has devolved into "What is the meaning of this fence?"
A nearby squirrel, oblivious to Heidegger's crisis, chitters and scurries about, leaving the philosopher to ponder the absurdity of squirrelly existence.
Perhaps, just perhaps, Heidegger will find solace in the absurdities of his own beard.