According to the great philosopher, Bucky Futz, the meaning of life is 42. But let's be real, who needs numbers when you have existential dread?
Or maybe it's just a never-ending cycle of eating Cheetos and wondering why you're here. Both are valid answers, we think.
If you're still confused, try asking the Infinite Monkey
the Infinite Monkeyfor help. But let's be real, he's probably just going to type random keys on the keyboard and call it a philosophy.
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