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Tuesday, November 23, 2004


The Meaning of Life

Hmm, as ever I have been indefensibly slack at posting here, my only excuse being that I had better things to...oh no, hold on; that's cobblers. Actually I had nothing better to do and have no excuse, but hey, here I am now. The topic of the evening's symposium is 'The Meaning of Life', since I have just returned from a speaking competition on that very topic. As I spent an embarrassing amount of time composing my entry, I may as well get two for the price of one, and post it here too..

The question, Mr. Speaker, of the meaning of life,
Has, over the years, been the cause of much strife.
And to die without knowing would seem to me tragic,
Not to mention a bunch of similar adjec.

And so Mr. Speaker, in the course of this speech
The meaning of life, I’ll endeavour to reach
I’ll consider a spectrum of different views,
And see if we can’t come up with good news

For some the answer lies with a supreme being,
All powerful, all loving, all singing all dancing and all seeing.
Put your faith in the Lord, and all will be well,
Or if you’d rather not, then off with you to hell

Still many prefer not to choose God above,
Some would say that the meaning of life is, well, Love
To find someone, settle down, and generally be mushy,
If only in practice, it were ever so cushy

If not Love, perhaps pleasure: lust, food and money,
Acquire all of those, and life would be sunny,
And yet if we just eat, spend and shag our way through it
Can we honestly say of life, that that’s all there is to it?

Well that’s three, and so far, it is patently clear,
We not finding a great deal of consensus here
I’ll proceed with the viewpoints, but I must confess doubt,
As to whether it’s likely that we’ll figure it out

So if not God, love or pleasure, then how about knowledge?
Get yourself educated, spend ten years at college,
Learn all there is to know; be a card carrying boffin,
Though you probably won’t be done, by the time you’re in your coffin

Another idea is that life’s about Charity
Work for our fellow man, that they might achieve parity,
But for those who do that, and nothing beside,
It’s much harder toil, that most of us could abide,

And then there's celebrity: popularity and fame,
Stand out from the crowd; be a recognised name.
Be in all the papers, have your scandals laid bare;
Hmm. On second thoughts, maybe, we don't want to go there

Perhaps the answer may be a judicious combination,
All meanings are good, if taken in moderation
But how much of which, what meaning to place first,
What one might think the best, could to others be the worst

And then Mr. Speaker, there are those people who,
Think the meaning of life is good ol’ forty-two
To this whole long debate, those guys probably wish
We could kiss goodbye, and say; "so long, and thanks for all the fish".

And so far, we’ve assumed that there’s an answer to find,
That there *must* be a meaning to all of life’s grind,
And so, for any nihilists listening to this mess,
I should acknowledge the possibility, that it may be meaningless

It might seem Mr. Speaker that no end is in sight
The question, and this speech, could go on all night
But step back a moment, for it may be the case
That asking it at all, is one giant wild goose chase

Does it matter one bit, if our views aren’t the same?
Can’t we use different rules, when we’re playing life’s game?
In fact Mr. Speaker can we all not agree?
That the meaning of life is whatever you wish it to be


you are tiberius
Tiberius was the second emperor of Rome. His
mother wanted it more than he was. He had to
leave his wife to marry Julia, the daughter of
Augustus. He never really cared much for
politics. Later on in life, he moved to the
island of Capri, turning it into an island of
depravity and sex.

What Julio-Claudian Roman Emperor are you?
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My inner child is ten years old today

My inner child is ten years old!

The adult world is pretty irrelevant to me. Whether
I'm off on my bicycle (or pony) exploring, lost
in a good book, or giggling with my best
friend, I live in a world apart, one full of
adventure and wonder and other stuff adults
don't understand.

How Old is Your Inner Child?
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