Ask all the aborted babies about the meaning of life. Ask all the dead Jews killed in the holocaust about it; hell visit the children's cancer ward of the hospital or any old folks' home where the elderly have been left to die slowly in a half-conscious haze, piss in their diapers, moaning, incoherent, where once they signed off on mortgages, raised children, worked hard, laughed and loved and fought and dreamed and Christmas'd their way through life, smiling, f***ing, crying, working bravely toward a dream, family struggles, personal triumphs, all of it, only to end up being "looked after" by bored halfwit goons in Mickey Mouse emblazoned aprons making minimum wage, who don't care, ask those old people praying for death about "the meaning of life." Drive into the cemetery on your way to a party and pick any grave and shout into the ground asking about the meaning of life. You know what? That's where you'll get the most honest answer. Silence. There is no "meaning" of life. You're here because two people f***ed and didn't abort you.
I'm all for living each day to the fullest, if you can, if you've got the guts, which most people don't, and I certainly don't. But I have serious problems with people who let their egos get the best of them, and see themselves as stewards of some grand legacy, written out in the stars, ordained by fate, all that bullshit. Most people think WAY too highly of themselves and see themselves in way too grandiose of terms. Self confidence is great but I'm talking about something different.
I don't advocate suicide, and God knows there's a lot of beauty in the world. And as Woody Allen said at the end of Hannah and Her Sisters, "what the hell, it's not all a drag." But all I'm saying is don't go too deep into these pretentious (albeit normal and understandable) quests for higher meaning and significance and understanding of the universe because you're probably never gonna find anything other than newspaper headlines about some white trash monster in Gary, Indiana keeping his little boy locked in a cage for 13 years.
The meaning of life tends to shift perspective real quick when you find that lump in your groin that shouldn't be there, or a cop shows up at your door when your child should have been home from school two hours ago and asks you to come identify a body.
But yeah, in the meantime, enjoy your iPods and all that shit, and pay no attention to the nothing behind the curtain.
