Jeff: Hay i figured out what the meaning of life is
Jim: Ok what is it
Jeff: Bacon
Jim: Aye aye my brother
Jim: Ok what is it
Jeff: Bacon
Jim: Aye aye my brother
by Carl Bob III May 28, 2014
the meaning of life is to question lifes meaning despite the fact that its true meaning cannot possibly by revealed while one is living - therefore its meaning is and always will be unknown as long as we continue to live and possibly beyond
how can anyone know what the meaning of life truly consist of until one can observe it from an outside point of view?
for that possibility to occur - one must be somewhere else
for that possibility to occur - one must be somewhere else
by ELboGreesyMunkyWrench May 13, 2010
by Incognia December 15, 2010
The meaning of life is not something the human brain is capable of understanding. It’s like an ant trying to understand the Wall Street Journal. We’re not supposed to know the meaning of life. That’s the cruel hoax on mankind. Don’t even try, be happy in your ignorance.
by Leap Cruncher June 8, 2021
The meaning of life is easily explained. We are an alien tv show full of suspence and drama and crazy people. Or we are simply God's entertainment...Either way you are being watched!
Look around! They are watching you! And when you see those people that you just know aren't human, don't come to me.
by Jessica-I've been here before May 9, 2005
Normally, you would be reading some witty remark right about now. Unfortunately, I am a uninspired netgeek, so the meaning of life will have to do:
It is like a drop of water that has risen from the sea and in a shower has fallen in a puddle, then drifts into a brook, finds its way into a stream, after that into a river, passing through mountain gorges and wide plains, winding this way and that, obstructed by rocks and fallen trees, till at least it reaches the boundless seas from which it rose. But that poor little drop of water, when it has once more become one with the sea, has surely lost its individuality.
It is like a drop of water that has risen from the sea and in a shower has fallen in a puddle, then drifts into a brook, finds its way into a stream, after that into a river, passing through mountain gorges and wide plains, winding this way and that, obstructed by rocks and fallen trees, till at least it reaches the boundless seas from which it rose. But that poor little drop of water, when it has once more become one with the sea, has surely lost its individuality.
Normally, you would be reading some witty remark right about now. Unfortunately, I am a uninspired netgeek, so the meaning of life will have to do:
You want to taste sugar, you don't want to become sugar. What is individuality but the expression of our egoism? Until the soul has shed the last trace of that it cannot become one with the Absolute.
You want to taste sugar, you don't want to become sugar. What is individuality but the expression of our egoism? Until the soul has shed the last trace of that it cannot become one with the Absolute.
by Heavyoak September 8, 2006