Pragmatic

So one day I tried to write a little book of philosophy
And filled it with mere words like floccinoccifhilipilification,
But then I realized that I was just a new age nihilist naturalist
And so my book couldn't existentially even exist.
Which made me write phenomenological poetry
But I ran out of ink and had an epistemological epiphany
That turned into a metaphysical opus magnus
Which consequentially you're reading today!