Meditation

The meaning of life

is not an absurdism.

.

It's not a number.

.

There is no rule,

covenant,

or stricture

.

which properly

encapsulates the brilliance

.

of the concept.

.

But we know. The ones,

who write. The ones

.

who pour philosophy

out in coffee shops

with friends

.

who think large thoughts

but earn

small paychecks.

.

The ones who burn at both ends,

the flaming ones,

.

the ones married to process

and never completion.

.

The ones in their seventh

year of college.

Undergrad.

.

Sociology,

pharmacology,

political science,

.

triple major. They know.

.

The ones in that poly

triangle relationship.

And it works!

.

The ones who read

bad poetry

in packed coffee houses

and do it unapologetically.

With flair,

then go viral on youtube.

.

The ones recovering

from poly triangle

relationships.

.

Especially the ones who've

lost everything.

.

Even the drunk,

trying to stay sober

for the seventeenth

time.

.

The dude knows.

.

Also, the bipolar

trauma survivor. The one

trying to believe

anything

is real at all.

.

if we are to understand

our plight, we must know

the question itself

is busted.

.

Life is only meaningful,

in flaming

.

first person glory. Our destination

unknown. Street sign unreadable.

.

In the passenger

seat, life is an absurdism,

a number, 42.

.

Behind the wheel,

the question is unnecessary.

the meaning is in the doing,

and so the question,

is always resolved.