"While many are uncertain about the origin of their existence, the human race is persistent in answering the golden question: What is the meaning of life? Perhaps love, perhaps exhilaration and adventure, one might even stretch to imagine that the perfect life is one in which you are able to live free of fear and worries, to be content, to be blissfully ignorant of the world around you. If you believe that 42 has any relevance to the meaning of existence, die. Just die. If there has been one thing I've learned throughout the countless experiences in my life, it is that our eternal destiny is one with that which we strive to achieve our understanding of this question on. Earth. We live on earth. Earth is nothing. It is one fourth of an electron compared to a mother elephant, gleaming intimately in the sun, fanning her ears in pure glory. But on this gravitational orb of everlasting flourishments and hostile malnourish, there is one god that actually lives. As Jesus would tell you we are all gods children, the hopeless population of the sober world only wished to seek an escape from their otherwise downtrodded, abject lifes of poppycock and codswallop, they don't awaken to see the mighty presence of omnipotent creations flowing before them. Here the universe lies, in these, every figment and string of all dimensions of every universe from the center of nothing to the extent of the void that leaves light somnombulating in small frightful holes, unprotected by the harsh nothing that persists on torturing their every aspect. This one creation, no, this only substantial element to existence lifts its head and reveals its humble self. It is the Tree. The Epitome. The combonation of all, yet recreation of nothing. Jesus sits by a fire place, laughs and is content."
-Abraham Lincoln