The meaning of life

A word from our sponsor:

The Breast Form Store Little Imperfections Big Rewards Sale Banner Ad (Save up to 50% off)

As I sit here, contemplating my navel, pulling out the inevitable fluff and trying to think of how Olivia is going to get out of the sinister clutches of Bill Sykes, I am having one of my normal thrice a day incidents of writers block.

In an attempt to unblock my brain, I remembered someone once saying that if you have a problem and you don’t know the answer, forget about it and do something else, so I thought about of all things The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy.

I recalled the bit where a Race of hyper-intelligent pan-dimensional beings built a computer named Deep Thought to calculate the answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything. It came up with the answer 42.

This could be correct, you never know as life is funny like that. Is it sillier than imagining that we on earth are the only intelligent beings in the universe?

There may be a lack of total proof that others exist elsewhere but it doesn’t mean that there isn’t.

Perhaps some pan-dimensional beings have visited us, taken one look at some of the drivel on TV (soaps being one example and so called reality programs being another) perhaps sampled a Big Mac, have shaken their collective heads/tentacles and gone elsewhere.

As for the meaning of life? A difficult one for me, all I know is that I am going to have a babel fish and chips from the takeaway tonight and I’ll leave it at that.

Now back to the story…

Click Like or Love to appropriately show your appreciation for this post: