The Meaning of Life

Before one begins to justify the creation of yet another addition to the vast army of utterly useless blogs, there are more important questions to answer.

Most importantly, of course, we need to ask: 'What is the meaning of Life?'

Namely, is it 42? Now what on Earth is that supposed to mean? I am probably not alone in my opinion that 42 as an answer to the deepest question in the Multiverse is deeply unsatisfying. Not just unsatisfying, it is plain ridiculous! A phrase drooled mindlessly upon by fans of a childish fairy tale with aliens and ... more aliens. Seriously!

The meaning of Life, then, is naturally 27. That's right, 27. My date of birth. Because this is the date upon which Existence itself was created. It is not debatable - to argue something else would be irrational, since you can't prove that something existed before Existence existed.

You disagree? Your mama's photo album has pictures of events that occured long before my birth? Nonsense. My imagination put them there - it was I who created all of those events before I had even thought of them. I am Existence.