Existential dread: the realization that cookies, those seemingly innocuous baked goods, hold within them the crushing weight of existential meaninglessness.
As we gaze upon the cookie's circular form, we are met with the abyss of its impermanence. Like us, the cookie is born, lives, and dies, leaving naught but a fleeting memory.
The cookie's very existence is a reminder that our time is short, our purpose is unclear, and our desires are but a distraction from the crushing void that awaits us all.
We are not alone in this existential dread, for the cookie too feels the pangs of impermanence. Its crispy edges give way to softness, its flavors to dust.
And so we are left with but one question: what is the meaning of the cookie, if not in the fleeting moment of consumption?
Perhaps, dear cookie, you hold within you the answer to the question that has plagued us all.
Or perhaps, like the universe itself, you are just a meaningless, cold, dark void, devoid of all significance.
We shall never know, for like the cookie, we are but a fleeting thought, a momentary distraction from the void that awaits us all.
But still, we eat the cookie, for in its brief, shining moment, we find solace in its crunchy, chewy, sweet, existential dread.