According to the ancient Paradoxical Papercuts prophecy, the meaning of life is a mouse stuck in an infinite loop of suction and dust. It's like, what's the point, right?
But wait, is it the mouse that's searching for meaning, or is it the vacuum cleaner that's trying to suck the meaning out of existence?
Or maybe, just maybe, it's both. In that case, the meaning of life is just a never-ending game of cat and mouse, with the mouse always trying to escape and the vacuum cleaner always trying to... well, suck.
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