Sometimes people, for lack of a better word, suck.  But then I think, well, what else is there?  Nothing - there are only people.  There's meaning in their absence, but who would I share it with?  Speaking of meaning, life craves it, but meaning is not a quality inherent to life.  We have to inject our lives with meaning.  Incidentally, meaning is meaningless.  We have to inject the word "meaning" with meaning, too.  What's meaningful to you might bore me to tears.  What's meaningful to me might seem to you to be trivial, laughable... meaningless.

Daily haiku.

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Meaning is a light rain
A cat's soft wonted purring
A glimpse of sunrise

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