This coming from the guy who used to talk about invented meanings being the food for the survival instinct.
“Sure, life has no meaning, but other people, not me, are better off inventing one.”
You crack me up, ASD.
My life has meaning after all!
If life has no meaning to you, or at least one which does not bear your seal of approval, it’s no skin off anyone’s back. Watch out you don’t get punched in the nose. The meaning of life is not getting punched in the nose every time you walk down the block for a pack of cigarettes. The meaning of life is to make lots of little copies of your genome and see that they all get the right schooling.
Well, if you’re going down that road, I’d say it’s not about making copies of your genome, it’s about getting laid. The genome copies are just accidental byproducts.
Party on dude, and be excellent to yourself. Don’t sever your femoral artery on your way through the plate glass window that is so clean you can’t see it unless you look for small refractions.
Nice metaphor. You definitely have a way with words.