Wednesday, February 22, 2006

The Meaning of Life (The Short Version)

I am once again pondering the usual existential question:  Why Am I Here? 

Somewhere on a mountain in Tibet, there is a malnourished Buddhist who will say that the meaning of life is the sound of one hand clapping.  I don't know about you, but if I were to brave the hazards of blizzards, high winds, hypoxia and Yeti outrage on some Himalayan death-march to receive that answer, I'd have to say that, at that point, I think the meaning of life would sound more like a sherpa being thrown to his death than any sort of single-handed applause. 

Furthermore, there are those out there who will say that you've never lived life until you've experienced a brush with death.  That's why I refuse to help old ladies cross the street.  After all, no one ever told me it had to be MY death that I'm having a brush with, and in this experience, I have no problem with getting a "second-hand" answer to my question.  Don't worry.  It's not like I'm going to be shoving them into traffic.  That would be mean AND illegal, and I am certain that the meaning of life is NOT to sit in a prison. 

On the other hand, there's also the concept that the meaning of life is to simply eat, drink and be merry.  I can embrace that, and where better to find this meaning of life than at the local Hooters Happy Hour?  I mean, there I can take a glipse into the mind of God while a cute girl in hot pants serves me beer and wings.  I mean, I don't know about you, but to me, it sure beats the hell out of climbing mountains or playing Frogger with the elderly.  

Oh well...    




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