The Meaning of Life

Life is simple. Man is complicated

         For 2.95 billion years life has existed on Earth without ‘meaning’, then a band of renegade primates stopped showing up to the family reunions and ruined everything. These haughty australopitheceans developed intricate inner-ears and opposable thumbs and suddenly thought they were too good to spend one day a year with their knuckle-dragging cousins. Their heads grew large with every new discovery and invention they made; fire, and the wheel; combustion engines, and the Space Shuttle.

         I was sitting on an acorn covered patch of ground under a tree in the park, thinking about what I’m supposed to do with my life. Am I supposed to be the next President, am I supposed to write the next Great American Novel, or am I supposed to bear fruit like the tree? And, like Newton, I had a breakthrough.

Propagation

         From the single-celled organisms living in my shower, to the tomato plant on my balcony, life has but one purpose: to ensure the continuation of life. It’s man who added the ‘meaning’.