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rexe at 10:39am on 06/03/2004
rexe at 10:39am on 06/03/2004While sitting on a bench, an old man came up to me
His breathing laboured, his voice hoarse
He asked me if I knew the meaning of life
Smirking I said 42
His coal black eyes widened in amusement
"Wrong, but you are thinking," he said
"The answer lies in 4,2,3. Remember that well."
Struggling he left; he left me, the bench, the park
Who needs the meaning of life? I am Young
Just beginning to live; I don't need to actually think about life
With each year I grew out of that philosophy
I began to search for an answer
I asked my family, my friends, my elders, my youngers, my peers, the rich, the poor, the sick, the healthy
No one gave me the true answer
I traveled the country, the continent, the world
I experienced life in search of the meaning of it.
My bones began to weaken; my vitality not what it used it be
I grew up; I grew older
The meaning of life didn't matter as much,
until I heard a riddle
In which Man was the answer
The answer to my riddle was found in the most famous riddle of all time
While walking in the park I saw a young man sitting on a bench
I asked him the meaning of life, he didn't know
"The answer lies in 4,2,3. Remember that well," I told him
The meaning of life is found purely in the act of living it.