Existentialism: A Farting Perspective

The meaning of life is to fart. Or so it would seem.

But, alas, the meaning of life is not just to fart, but to question the meaning of the fart.

Is it a Sartre-esque No Exit Fart, or perhaps a Camus-esque Rebel Without a Cause Fart?

Or maybe, just maybe, it's a Nothing Is Real Fart, and we're all just trapped in a simulation of farts.