A friend and I were on a phone call and discovered the meaning to life. Absolute, certain, irrefutable meaning of life. There was no questioning it, no misunderstanding it.
It is gone. Neither of us can remember it. All we can remember is that the conversation started by me describing the “cloacal kiss,” the mating method of chickens.
Neither of us were high or drunk or (above normal) sleep deprived.
A friend and I were on a phone call and discovered the meaning to life. Absolute, certain, irrefutable meaning of life. There was no questioning it, no misunderstanding it.
It is gone. Neither of us can remember it. All we can remember is that the conversation started by me describing the “cloacal kiss,” the mating method of chickens.
Neither of us were high or drunk or (above normal) sleep deprived.
I discovered the meaning of life during the comedown from a bad mushroom trip.
There is no meaning of life, and that’s ok because life doesn’t have to have meaning to be enjoyed.
probably to valiantly but ultimately fail to defeat entropy. to do actions that hold back entropy at all cost