Hm.. at first blush, it seems like a very complicated question that deserves a very complicated answer…

But no need to fret, because the answer to that question is very apparent to us all.

The meaning of life?

That’s easy.

The meaning of life is to live.

If you like to live by questioning your existence? Then you are fulfilling you meaning of life, just by living, and doing what you want to do.

If you like to live in your role in politics, or as a biologist or whatever. Whatever it is, as long as you are alive – living – you are fulfilling your prophecy.

Living… is the meaning of life.

It is the ultimate purpose of it all, that all that has lived, has lived, and all that has died, has stopped living. That’s about the most complicated explanation I can give for such a simple answer.

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August 1, 2010

My dad just told me I had a “nightmare” this morning. He noticed when he heard me yelling and held one arm and leg up to the railings under the top bunk, and when he came into my room with maui.

Weird thing – I didn’t know I had a nightmare, more or less had nightmares in generally. When I woke up this morning, I woke up with not a memory of a single thing. And if I did have nightmares, I wouldn’t know, cause, like this morning, it seems I apparently don’t have a conscious memory of them at all…