‘Has life a meaning?’ I asked.
He responded, ’Has life a meaning
for whom?’ and looked self-satisfied.
I knew what he meant: we make
our own meaning; everyone’s life has
whatever meaning it’s given, as
each one chooses and creates.
It’s one answer, and a good way
to live a life; I do it myself. But that
didn’t answer the question I asked.
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