The irony is not lost on me. A dude named Alan Watts, and I'm about to give him a run for his money with some wisdom of my own... or at least, that's what I'll tell my followers on social media.

Here's one: "In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer." - Albert Camus, not Alan Watts (just kidding, I'm not fact-checking enough)

What's your take on the intersection of existentialism and snack time?