Unequivocal Ambiguity

I was certainly unsure of how to approach a half-witted wise man with graceful reproach. An austerity glutton as ever there be, he's avertedly practiced enriched poverty. He's asked me to make a spontaneous plan so cleverly cockeyed and garishly bland to clearly befuddle those sly as a fox by secretly blurting a true paradox. My accurate estimate, what is the use? A random design is acutely obtuse. Through pure aimless purpose and unwilled intending, in hopeful despair my best thoughts began ending. What's inherently missing, I almost decide, I am creating nada, like when voids collide. I silently answered him, he saw right through it: "You've come up with nothing! I knew you could do it!"