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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I thought that's what you meant? There is so much meaning there. I get it now. It's clear as day, once you understand it. But, dear reader, once you have the answer, never question it. Never ask the author to explain. Never ask others to explain what the author meant for the source will often say: "Believe what you will" "What I meant is on another Planet" "Maybe you read in there, something that was truly never there" "Why should I enlighten your load with my burden" "You'll read into it : what you want, what you need, what derives from your drive what keeps you alive and ticking" Meaning is so demeaning. I thought that's what you meant? Number 42, is the answer to everything! Fate is random decay to dust. It's a certain curtain to disorder. The harder you look the less certain is the scene. Entropy quells and dismantles every semblance of meaning in structure, with a long half-life, bound in time. Order's fate is disorder. That's the way it's meant to be. Meaning's fate is dismantled sense. Enjoy the entanglement! Meaning is so demeaning. Dear Reader - please, please, please crumple and tear all these words up, and eat them. =============== Douglas Adams author of 'Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy' (HG2G) “It was a joke. It had to be a number, an ordinary, smallish number, and I chose that one. Binary representations, base thirteen, Tibetan monks are all complete nonsense. I sat at my desk, stared into the garden and thought ‘42 will do.’ I typed it out. End of story.” But it can't be true, surely not! It came from somewhere meaningful! Why that number = 42? ===============
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