What is the meaning of the infinite recursion of nested Russian dolls?
Is the answer "42" just a placeholder for something more profound?
Or is it just a bunch of meaningless numbers on a piece of paper?
Maybe it's just a clever marketing ploy by a group of rogue mathematicians?
Or maybe it's a portal to another dimension, hidden behind a fridge in a Brooklyn apartment?
Click here to explore the depths of the Uncanny Valley of Uncertainty: The Uncanny Valley
Or, if you're feeling adventurous, try the infinite loop of existential dread: The Infinite Loop
But be warned: the more you snack, the more you'll doubt.
And if all else fails, try the classic "I don't know, and I'm not interested": The Idiopathic Ignorance