Meaning to life? **** it So many people have spent (read: wasted) so much time thinking about a "meaning" (whatever that means [pun not intended]) or purpose to life. Where do people get these silly ideas? I assume that by "meaning" to life, people are referring to a purpose, unless someone informs me otherwise. But what is a purpose? It is a function designated by an entity or group of entities for an object. The purpose is not an inherent property of an object, but rather the word "purpose" just implies an intended use. General Electric made a toaster with the purpose of semi-burning bread. However, I can use in my time machine (Simpsons reference). Someone's father may have had a child with the intention being that that child would take over the family business, but the child may pick a different path. In other words, the parent assigned a purpose to the child of taking over the family business. The purpose is completely subjective. Why should GE's purpose be any more correct than mine (ignoring the ethics of time travel...which are not really my point)? Why should the parent's purpose be any more correct than the child's? How can a purpose be an actual quality of an object, or universal in anyway, if it is just a designation projected by some being onto another object? Whether that being is me, some CEO, a dog, some parent, or god, it doesn't matter. There is no actual truth to the matter of purpose, other than it being true that a certain individual has certain ideas relating to an object. Meaning to life? I say **** it. Don't wait around for someone else to assign their own arbitrary purpose. Define your own. Live happily.