Meaning is Free

 

"But you must have thought about things," I said.  "About your life, about the human condition."

 

Chris became surprisingly introspective.  "I did examine myself," he said.  "Solitude did increase my perception.  But here's the tricky thing - when I applied my increased perception to myself, I lost my identity.  With no audience, no one to perform for, I was just there.  There was not need to define myself; I became irrelevant.  The moon was my minute hand, the seasons the hour hand.  I didn't even have a name.  I never felt lonely.  To put it romantically: I was completely free."

 

That was nice.  But still, I pressed on, there must have been some grand insight revealed to him in the wild.

 

He returned to his silence.  Whether he was thinking of fuming or both, I couldn't tell.  Though he did arrive at an answer.  I felt like some great mystic was about to reveal the Meaning of Life.

 

The answer was already given.  We just have a hard time accepting the truth.