After much contemplation, I've come to the realization that the meaning of life is not just one thing, but a series of unrelated events that somehow, magically, add up to a larger whole.
It's like trying to find the pattern in a Jackson Pollock painting. You can stare at it for hours, but eventually, you just have to admit that it's probably just a bunch of random drips of paint.
But hey, that's the beauty of it! The meaning of life is like trying to thread a needle in a haystack, only to realize that the needle was a metaphor for a hamster in a hamster ball, and the ball was a metaphor for the hamster's existential crisis.
So, go ahead, try to find the meaning of life in the grand tapestry of existence. But don't worry when you get lost, just follow the hamster.
Or, if you're feeling particularly adventurous, try: