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I'm Ink, therefore I'm write.

I love that one, Byron .

Byron

(But don't forget JTS, "We know where you live" )

Yes but my dad's littler than your dad!

Did you read about that young chap who was growing the green stuff on an industrial scale in a building the size of a small house?

I thought that was Jack Duckworth (Bows his head in shame and accepts that his eternal banishment from this site is now only the next post to this thread away)

By the way - how is Albert (Tatlock?)

Lizzy

"I'm pink, therefore, I'm farmed salmon?"

Or it could be a pseudo-albino Rainbow Trout?

Byron

I'm Ink, therefore I'm write.

Please stop making excuses for Jeffrey Archer - By the way if he gets his way and prisoners will not be released on Parole until they can read and write then can we have that law made retrospective and he can be locked up again out of harms way!

JTS

Archer ????
Way to go .......JTS !!!!!!!!!!!!

Hello everybody!

What is the meaning of life?

All the history of humanity is a meanings creation history. Now what is the meaning of life?

That seems an existential, yet accurate, response, Helven .

Also I can put here something that helped me when I was young and “tortured” by the pointlessness. (Especially last two lines were my favorite ones)


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It is not seemly to be famous:
Celebrity does not exalt;
There is no need to hoard your writings
And to preserve them in a vault.

To give your all - this is creation,
And not - to deafen and eclipse.
How shameful, when you have no meaning,
To be on everybody's lips!

Try not to live as a pretender,
But so to manage your affairs
That you are loved by wide expanses,
And hear the call of future years.

Leave blanks in life, not in your papers,
And do not ever hesitate
To pencil out whole chunks, whole chapters
Of your existence, of your fate.

Into obscurity retiring
Try your development to hide,
As autumn mist on early mornings
Conceals the dreaming countryside.

Another, step by step, will follow
The living imprint of your feet;
But you yourself must not distinguish
Your victory from your defeat.

And never for a single moment
Betray your credo or pretend,
But be alive - this only matters -
Alive and burning to the end.

Boris Pasternak
1956

I can see why you like that so much, Helven. So do I. Thanks for sharing it.

~ Lizzytysh

being as existence

The poem Paradise Lost by John Milton sums it up for me....

I was going to say 42 - but I noticed JTS was reprimanded for this - and rightly so as it doesn't answer the question.....

so I would have to say....
the meaning of life is like a toothbrush
really really personal...

some like hard bristles - some soft....some like ones that move and rotate - others like to do the work themselves....

yup...to me the meaning of life is like a toothbrush



T

I'm reminded of that famous old tale. An ancient holy man was dying and a line of people stretched from his front door out the front sidewalk, out the gate and all the way around the block. They were waiting to hear his last words. Finally the door opened and someone reported on his last words. "Life is like a bucket; pass it on." So the word went from the door out the front sidewalk, out the gate and all the way around the block. When the word reached the last person, she said, "Why is life like a bucket?" The question went all the way around the block (in the other direction), past the front gate, up the sidewalk and to the door. The last person knocked. When the person inside came to the door, he said, "We would like to know why life is like a bucket." Back to the man. Back to the door. The door opens, The person comes out to report what the dying man said. "Well, maybe it's not. Pass it on."
A toothbrush is good, too.

Uplifting and excellent, both of these , TC and Sohbet.

~ Elizabeth

Then one could try a paradigm shift; the search for the meaning is the Meaning. This is the real death; we are striving to awaken into our Real Life.

~Makera

"Am I a man dreaming I am a butterfly; or a butterfly dreaming I am a man"

Of course the real problem is that no one knows what the question of life is.

If anyone ever discovers this then the meaning becomes self evident

JTS