There once was a club that could by any means necessary find reason to argue. Clockwise was a way of life, as everyone knew, and eventually people grew sick and tired of it. So, as the somewhat intelligent people they were, they resorted to counterclockwise. It started off wonderful, with everyone singing and dancing with the joy of the change. But over time, dissonance grew, and everything changed when the pro-clockwise forces attacked. They made a mockery of the anticlockwise movement, starting with the publishing of propaganda; it wasn’t long before a horrible fight broke out and the world was never the same. Clockwise and counterclockwise would go head-to-head in a fight the likes of which had never been seen before.
Much like how antimatter and matter explode into nothing when they collide, clockwise and counterclockwise collided with a net charge in the universe of 0...but anybody there would tell you otherwise.
And god, from start to finish, we had achieved zero. And from this zero, this void of nothingness, sprung a new grounds for argument—counterclockwise, or anticlockwise?
Quickly, many other questions sprung up. Yanny or Laurel? Are there more doors or wheels? In one final, cataclysmic event, the universe split in half, which was extremely inconvenient; now we had to find new things to argue about.