What is the meaning of life, you ask?

Well, consider:

What is the meaning of a single blade of grass? A single grain of sand. A single strand of hair.

What is the meaning of one insect? One cell. One molecule.

What is the meaning of an ocean wave? A drop of rain. A gust of wind.

Meaning exists in being. Nothing more.

Only the ego demands more. Only the ego privileges the human form.

There is no grand purpose for the human organism. They come and they go like any other fleeting form.

We each simply play our particular note in this grand symphony and thus serve our purpose.

The key to life then is to give up the chase for meaning and to live in accord with the natural flow of things.

To listen to the cosmic song.

And dance.