And lo, the Prophets of our time, a motley crew of visionaries, didst gather to discuss the meaning of life, the universe, and everything.
But, alas, the meeting went long, and the snacks were meager.
As the hours ticked by, the Prophets' faces grew long, their eyes glazed, and their stomachs growled.
And so, they didst decide to take a break, and thus began the tradition of Redundant Meetings.
For in the words of the great Prophet B. Meetingus Maximus, "A meeting that is not redundant is a meeting not worth having."
And so, the Prophets didst continue to meet, and meet, and meet, in an endless cycle of Redundancy.