The river of life is a complex and wonderous one. How so many manage it without the knowledge or insight that so few seek out and gather still eludes me. Do they get by on sheer luck, design, or soft society protecting the weak from themselves? Or is the soft society the sole reason we are able to even sit back and ponder on this. If so much wasn't handed to us, would we be so exhausted after a days work to even care?

What is the meaning to life? To me it does not matter, there is no point to life. While there is a lot in life that means a considerable amount to me, there is not true point or hidden meaning there. And while I encourage all to find the meaning I have long since given up on, the great majority stop too soon. They do not continue the search, they stop cold in their tracks when they find "good enough". I still do not yet understand the necessary desire to find it. Those who go to every, sometimes unnecessary, means to find a somewhat desireable meaning. To all those who listen, or care. When you find that meaning, please do let me know. And to set some guidelines, do not feed me regurgitated crap, parables, stories from religious texts, or anything to that nature as the meaning to life. While 42 is almost an acceptable answer, it does not make sense without the proper question. If I am indeed asking too much, let me know.

I shall leave you with that, and until next time I am in such a writing mood..who knows.