Chapter 3 of 10. You're still here. Congratulations!
As we continue to trudge through the existential crisis of it all, the meaninglessness of life becomes a recurring theme.
Take, for example, the meaninglessness of this very text. Is it not a futile exercise in futility to create something that will never be read?
Or the meaninglessness of the words on your screen right now. Are they not just a series of meaningless squiggles on a blank page?
Perhaps it's the meaninglessness of it all that is the true purpose of this chapter.
But wait! A sudden, unexpected turn of events!
A friend of mine has just informed me that the answer to the meaning of life is actually 42.
I'm not sure what this means, but it seems like a decent enough answer for now.
Perhaps it's a reference to a book I haven't read.
Or maybe it's just a number.
For those interested in further exploring the meaninglessness of life, I recommend the following: