The Meaning of Life

In every short story, epic poem, or philosophical writing that we as society look at as "worthy" to study, we see the authors attempt to hide a "deeper meaning" somewhere, under the folds of phrases, eloquent language and illustrious ideals. It's not my purpose to discount the fact that these deeper meanings exist, nor that they are indeed profound; I simply would like to entertain the idea that the possibility exists in which a writing of note may not have some covert truth added in between the lines. Someday, when I write shorts for magazines such as Time I will make sure to have at least one writing in which there seems at first reading to be a deep intellectual philosophy backing up the intelligent phraseology that reeks in every paragraph. In truth the work will be supported by nothing more than a series of well propped up and disguised piles of shit.

So maybe we can apply this line of thought to life. How many times have we searched so diligently for the deeper meaning in this existence? how many times have we completely failed to even question whether a deeper meaning exists or not? Now, once again, I'm not going to try to discount the idea that this deeper meaning of life is present, I would simply like to entertain an idea for a moment, that this deeper meaning of life is simply a very large pile of horse-shit, dressed up in it's Sunday best to appease all the lonely and depressed people of the world. Unfortunately for my soon-to-be-outlived idea, Most of the people in this miserable place we call The World are somewhat lonely and depressed. It may be possible however to create one last blast of non-purpose if I can simply expose the non-purpose within many notable works from some pretty notable authors. Let's see how long it'll last before we fall back into our natural ways, trying to squeeze the tiniest drops of meaning out of every last idea.