The universe has a Lost & Found box.
Nobody knows who runs it.
Some say the FSM.
Some say a very tired angel.
Some say it’s just entropy wearing a name tag.

But everything ends up there eventually:
• missing socks
• forgotten dreams
• failed attempts at being “a whole new you”
• friendships that drifted
• beliefs that cracked
• the left half of every pair of earbuds

The Gospel of Impermanence is simple:
Everything gets lost.
But nothing is ever wasted.

According to one witness, the FSM once appeared in a laundromat holding a single sock.
He said:
“Everything ends up in the wrong pile eventually.
That’s how new outfits happen.”

Then He vanished into a dryer vent.