A crappily designed instruction booklet, or a philosophical conundrum as old as thought? The story of the chair is the story of all of existence, and this is the only way to tell it. No matter how many nuts and bolts and big bangs might have gone into the world's assemblage in Step 1, in the end there's no way to describe the world's coming into being in step 2, except to say that it's just suddenly, impossibly, there. The big question though: is the chair always there? Or does it only exist when you sit down and fill it with your farts?

If Ikea made instructions for everything >>


[ Via Redditor orangeslash]