In a world where minds pretend to ascend,
To realms where thoughts allegedly transcend,
Ontology we'd ponder deep,
Just to look smart before we sleep.
Nominal determinism's sway,
"Destiny's in my name," we love to say,
For surely 'Bob' means you'll build stuff,
And 'Grace' means you'll fall... gracefully enough.
Processes, intricate and grand,
Like how we can't understand,
From atoms swirling in our brains,
To why philosophy gives us migraines.
Yet amidst these lofty heights we fake-climb,
(While Googling big words to sound sublime),
The basic, too, holds space and time,
Like why we can't afford a paradigm.
For empathy and love's embrace,
Are fundamental to our human race,
But not as cool as quoting Nietzsche,
To impress dates at the local pizzeria.
So let us ponder existence's weight,
While we procrastinate,
For in the end, what matters most,
Is looking deep on Instagram posts.
Oh, the burden of the thinking class!
As we sip our wine from a mason glass,
Debating free will till dawn's first light,
Then calling in "sick" - existential plight!
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