The Deeper Meaning of Life

My quest to find the deeper meaning of life has finally ended.

I have now discovered the TRUE meaning of life.

There is none.

The universe was a fucking waste of time to begin with.

And it's all pointless unless someone buys me a villa in Corfu.

For some inexplicable reason, this brings to mind a conversation between my favorite philosopher and his beloved father.

Philosopher: Respected pater, I have decided that I shall live the life of a very wealthy man, a life of riches beyond compare.

His Father: Respected filis, I am heartened to hear this. You show ambition, which is an admirable trait indeed. You are, no doubt, aware that you will need to persevere in order to achieve such lofty goals.

Philosopher: No, respected pater. For it is you who shall persevere. I merely wish to inherit the riches.