The preceding written piece is a result of complete and absolute boredom, followed by nights of restless sleep, so expect it to be a perfect representation of the consequences of a senseless and vacant mind.

The meaning of life in the most literal and logical sense would be simply to live, and let life itself continue. Plants are the simplest representation of this (in the perennial sense). Plants create oxygen as a byproduct of photosynthesis (a process unique to only them) and allow other life (such as our own) to continue. Then, when plants die, they provide food for the fungi kingdom, and the bugs and worms, all the while cycling nutrients in the soil to allow other plants to carry out the same function that they carried.

Of course with DNA being universally the dogma of life and science itself, it too must have a role in life’s meaning. The DNA is a unit with which we pass on our traits; the packaged parcel of our bloodline. DNA shows the meaning of life to be a genetic inheritance of our most fit traits from one generation to the other. This allows us to conclude that the meaning of life is to pass on our best selves, to let our individual being, or at least the best parts of our individual being, carry on through generations (note: GENErations). This natural will to live and continue life through our offspring is the simple core of life’s meaning.

Now let’s dig further; let’s dig in between the cracks and corners of the words said previous.

If our goal is to continue life in a sort of cycle (where life supports another life, which then continues to support a life after itself) then there is a blatant importance placed on existence itself. We (referring to all of us who are living) are completely and utterly obsessed with existence. All life hungers to stake out on earth for as long as there is memory; we must continue to BE no matter the reason. We pass on our genes as a small part of ourselves in the offspring that we produce, so that even when our bodies rot and burn a piece of us continues to BE. Life decomposes itself in a structural sense, rotting and breaking, and then living still as it gets absorbed into roots and shit on by worms.

In the psychological sense life’s meaning is no stranger to interrogation. Is the humane meaning of life to be happy? To be successful? To be enlightened or knowledged, or free? Surely we (as the ever so superior homosapien SAPIEN race) have a far more modern, far more advanced meaning to our lives. I believe in a psychological sense we are all-in-all the same. We are still undyingly married and piously faithful to existence. Now maybe children are no longer enough to satisfy our will to BE. Maybe we, the creatures with not one but two “sapien” characterizations in our linnean name, want to exist beyond just biology. We (or at least most of us) want to exist like the Leonardos of the world (both Da Vinci and Dicaprio); we want to press ourselves so permanently on the earth that we will remain somehow exactly existent far past our GENEration.

So perhaps the meaning of life really is a sort of immortality. (or perhaps I need more sleep.)