Or, as we like to call it, 42ism. Because, let's be real, it's not like the meaning of life is actually a complex, existential conundrum or anything.
Just think of it as a nice, round number that solves all your problems. Like, what's for lunch? 42. What's the best answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything? 42. What's the secret to happiness? 42. (Just kidding about that last one, it's actually 37. Or is it 42? Hmm, maybe just ask the Oracle of Sub-Prime Realities, he'll know.)
Anyway, here's a few more answers to life's little questions:
So, there you have it. The 42. The answer to all life's questions. Don't bother asking any more, really.