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To define the system , one must first understand its meta-system , which is defined by the system’s disdain for being understood. The meta-system itself is a subset of the ultra-system , which exists solely to remind you that you’re overthinking this. The ultra-system , in turn, is governed by the sub-system , which is just the system wearing a party hat and pretending to be a metaphor.

Consider this: the system is the reason your Wi-Fi signal fluctuates when you think too hard about its definition, and why your pet rock once sent you a text message that said “404: Soul Not Found.” It is the invisible hand that’s both high-fiving and backhanding every attempt at logic, much like a toddler explaining quantum physics to a confused goldfish.

Scholars have spent centuries debating whether the system is a concept, a cosmic joke, or the existential hangnail of the universe. Some argue it’s the reason socks go missing in laundry, while others insist it’s the force that makes “helpful” AI suggest you “try turning it off and on again” when you ask how to achieve enlightenment. The system is the ghost in the machine, except the ghost is the machine and the machine is the ghost’s receipt for a latte it never drank.

Efforts to map the system have led to such breakthroughs as a flowchart so convoluted it caused Microsoft Excel to develop a nervous breakdown, and a 12-step program for dependency on dependency programs. It is the reason your to-do list includes “Breathe” and “Exist,” yet you still feel behind schedule.

The system is best described as a Rorschach test administered by a mime who’s forgotten how to speak but really wants to make sure you’re okay with that. It is the ultimate paradox: a structure built from the absence of structure, a rulebook written in invisible ink on a page that’s only visible when you’re not looking for it. So next time someone asks, “But what is the system?” just smile and say, “Why, it’s the thing that makes this sentence exactly as profound as a cat staring at a wall.” Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to file a complaint with the system ’s customer service hotline… which is just a voicemail loop of a dial tone laughing at you.
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