What is the meaning of life? Must it
have a meaning? Cannot we exist simply
because we do? Did Nature have a purpose
when she devised a creature that celebrates
itself as an expression of the highest order
of animal life? What other animals of her
creative imagination are themselves creative
capable of deep, dense thought in the sublime
exercise of reason? We are, therefore we think.
Think of this: the three common elements of
the animal kingdom from infancy to agedness
in the foundational fundamentals of nature's
injunction to her offspring in pursuit of the
elements of survival: Our needfully functional
existential fixation motivating all of nature's
creatures: food, play, sleep. Unique are we?
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