The Abject Despair of the Abyssal Philosopher: A Meeting of the Minds

You are the 12th philosopher to arrive at the meeting. The room is dimly lit, with only a single flickering light bulb overhead. The other 11 philosophers are scattered around the room, each lost in their own thoughts.

As you enter, the door slams shut behind you, and you hear the sound of the other 11 philosophers slowly getting up from their seats, each one murmuring something about the futility of human existence.

You approach the whiteboard, where someone has scrawled "The answer is 42" in bold, red letters. You wonder who wrote it and what it means.

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