Or could the meaning of life be: the accumulation of as much material goods: toys, trinkets, and pleasure imparting drugs, and as many amusement devices as possible before we die. A huge house with a 3,4 or 5 stall garage, right out in front, filled full of stuff: boats, campers, trucks, cars, little four wheelers and the inevitable basketball hoop - aahh yes, happiness. Trips to the stores, more trips to the stores, make room in the garages for the old that's to be replaced by the new. More happiness, and its never gonna end. Or am being too harsh or too cynical and sarcastic about the "first-worlds" chosen way of life. Anyway, who chose that way of life, or how did it get chosen, for us? Actually I am an old cynic.
2007-07-22
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