Over the past few weeks, I have had a series of conversations about the meaning of life. Not quite literally, but discussions with people I love about meaning and purpose, about the right way to be on this earth. I don't have the answer and I never will, but I was reminded again of my favorite poem, which as a clear a statement of purpose as I am likely to ever find.
And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.
I promise to write something funny tomorrow...