What is the meaning of life?
This question, of course, is one that man has wrestled with ever since time began. I will thank a friend of mine for saying they would read this if I wrote it. Otherwise I might never have. There are many that believe that there is no intelligence behind our existence, but is in fact a random series of events that gave us both life and consciousness. There are others still that believe that an individual created us out of whim or fancy or some kind of plan. I subscribe to neither of these ideas. When I was around the age of 8 or 9 I had an illness that resulted in a fever. By itself unremarkable, but it gave me this thought: Why are my eyes the only ones I can see out of? It set me thinking about the nature of existence and what might really be on the other side. Initially religion filled that gap, but many of the aspects of religion left me unsatisfied. Not because I would need faith for them to make sense, but rather that t...