It's all about the solo journey, man. The search for meaning in the vast expanse of your own footsies.
Here's the lowdown:
You are alone in the universe, but you're not alone in your socks.
The only thing that truly exists is your own sock drawer.
The meaning of life is to find the perfect match for your lone sock.
And, of course, the meaning of death is to be without socks.
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