I was chatting to M yesterday when we started talking about the hokey cokey.
M: thats what its all aboutt HEEEEEY
Me: what if the hokey cokey really IS what it's all about?
M: we've been wasting our time haven't we - lets get cokeying
Me: rah rah rah. There are worse things to be the meaning of life
M: like 42?
Me: that's not too bad either... though a little less fun, I feel
M: yes a bit less engaging
Me: ...but more cryptic, which probably gives us more to do philosophically
M: but where to start
Me: divisions of 42?
M: the 42nd entry in the dictionary. What is the 42nd entry in the dictionary?
Me: depends on the dictionary, maybe
M: give me an answer !! I need to know !!!
Me: the arbitrary nature of meaning - I can't take it anymore!
M: oh flip what to do! I think I'll go to bed and be done with it
Me: we can hokey cokey tomorrow and our life will have meaning again
M: thank heavens... and 42