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The Meaning of Life

by Curtis Wiggins

When I was a child, I had a dream that I looked up at the stars, and in the stars I saw the answer. THE answer, the ultimate answer to everything. It was perfect, it was beautiful, it was complete. Suddenly, the Universe, and everything in it, made sense. Then... I woke up.

Of course the answer was gone. It evaporated the instant I opened my eyes to this reality. I could remember having the dream, and that there was an answer. I could remember how it all made perfect sense. But I could not remember, not even the slightest detail, what that answer was. It was gone.

When I was a young adult, I experimented with cognitive dreaming. This sounds more impressive than it is. It's nothing more than the ability to recognize the fact that you are in a dream, while you are in a dream. It's easy enough to do, you just "will" it to happen every night before you go to sleep. It may take weeks, but eventually you will wake up in a dream, so to speak.

Once you realize your current reality is a dream, you have options. You can just let it play out, and see where it goes. You can guide it, direct it, change it, push it in whatever direction you like. Or, once you've had enough, you can simply end it, and return to our other, less malliable reality. (Freddie Kruger will NEVER get ME.)

I've always felt there are answers to be found in dreams. There's nothing necessarily mystical or supernatural about it. Dreams are a doorway into our own subconscious. And our subconsious is quite good and putting things together, working out the details, and coming up with interesting answers for us. If we just tap into these answers, they can be very informative.

Many years later, when I was a not so young adult, I came up with a plan. The next time I was dreaming, and became aware of the dream, here's what I would do: I would find the closest telephone, dial information, and ask the operator, "What is the meaning of life?"

If she gave me any crap about only supplying phone numbers, I would gently remind her that this was MY dream, and in my dream you could call information and get ANY information you wanted. (The ability to change the rules of your current reality can be both useful and exhilarating. Really. Try this sentence on for size: "Oh yeah, I almost forgot... I can fly!")

It took a while. There were many false starts. I didn't realize was how hard it would be to remember to do something once you're in a dream. In all fairness, I have a hard time remembering to do things as it is. Let's just say I had many, many dreams where I wandered around with the nagging sensation there was something I was supposed to do, but couldn't remember what. But I did go flying a lot - I highly recommend it.

Then one night it happened. I was in a dream. I knew I was in a dream. And, I remembered what I wanted to do. Yes! This was it! I was on my way now. I was both nervous and excited, and very pleased with myself for having finally remembered. I found a phone quickly and with little difficulty. I picked it up and dialed information, so I could finally ask my question. THE question.

Well... You know what I got?

Boop-boop-booooop. We're sorry, your call cannot be completed as dialed. Please check the number, hang up, and try again.

Silence. (The long awkward type.)

F_ck! Okay. Don't panic. Maybe I misdialed. That's possible, right? Sure, I never said I couldn't misdial. You can misdial in a dream, right? Let's try this again...

I tried again. I tried every number I know for information. Twice. I dialed the operator directly, and asked her to put me through. I made up a special number that only worked for my reality, that always, always, always connects you to information, and dialed that. It was no use. No matter what I tried, the result was always the same: A recording. THE recording. "We're sorry, your call cannot be completed as dialed..."

Then... I woke up.

I couldn't hear it, but I know, I just know... Somewhere, the Universe was laughing.

What is the meaning of life? A question that has hounded man to know for as long ago as Socrates. Let's work from the outside in. To know something is to have an idea. Perhaps to know the meaning of life is to understand all ideas in one idea. So I offer my take on what the meaning of life is.
The meaning of life is a complex and intricate structure of answers pertaining to questions related to ones past, present and future. Answering one question will inadvertently answer another, much like a crossword puzzle. The idea is not to know the meaning of life but what your meaning of life is. It is not enough to come up with one answer then stop. It is best to ask yourself a question, any question, and answer it truthfully. Then try to understand another question that is answered by that answer. And so on and so forth until you have so many questions and answers weaved so close to each other that in the center of it is one truth relating to all those questions you've been pondering. It's like parkour/free running with information in your mind, just use what's available to you and try to scale it with some style. This can lead to a new idea that slaps you in the face or just pops into your head like a light bulb switching on.
To scale your mind is to delve into the subconscious and access all of your mind while still conscious. Take the cue from the slightest thing as this is often your subconscious leading you somewhere. The right side of the mind is mute and works in pictures and feelings. To give the right side dominance over the left side is to be a mega savant.
I hope that helps.
-Chris Toutounji

The meaning of life is death.

Because without death life has no meaning.

To live is to die. Its that simple... People tend to get fancy and forget that we are all just waiting to die. We may not all realize it, or want to accept it that way but you cant live without dying.

Bite that cookie ;-)

Let me give you a hint look for Alien Interview pdf, at least it offers some hope.

Wonderful Post. Thanks for putting this together! This is obviously one great post.