It's not that it doesn't exist, it's just... complicated. Like, have you ever tried to find it? It's like trying to find a specific sand grain in an ocean of sand. Or a needle in a haystack. But without the haystack. Just sand. And the needle. And a faint sense of desperation.
Our philosophers are still searching, fueled by an endless supply of existential dread and coffee.
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