Well, now I’m getting delivery failed to recipient at the feedback email address for the Meaning of Life thing. F*** it. Spent too much time not to be able to share “My Supplication”:
Dear Meaning of Life Guardians, Pontiffs, Diviners, et al. ;
First, I would immediately like to take the chance to apologize in case my use of punctuation marks has offended you. I have an inkling that you may be fans of preemptive apologies.
Second, if you’re confused as to whom I’m addressing, it’s not the minions reading this for I doubt they glow in the Dark.
Third, I am but a humble pilgrim. Humbler than most. My itinerary has not included tens or hundreds of Cathedrals, let alone hundreds or thousands of Petty Churches like the few erected by one Robert Wright. My pace is very slow, my voracity is admittedly greater toward food and chocolate which I think deserves the dignity of separate mention, and sometimes my drool reminds me that I’ve lingered too long at one place far before I have finished photo-copying it in my brain. I am also a poor planner and an innocent creature of spontaneity, oft loitering on the mellow path of least resistance. Yet, I think the Lord has stricken me with a Vision! SURPRISE!!!
Fourth, half-timid no more for obvious reasons, this humble child not only fancies itself humble but now thinks itself twice-humbled to carry the Word of God in its head-bosom too. Call it delusions of humility.
Fifth, there is a problem though. Unlike the Lord I cannot project the Voice very far. I can’t even think of a way right now to turn this into a proper supplication rather an application with the a replaced by a su. Sometimes I consider myself fortunate that I learned to tie my shoes.
Sixth, I don’t like this number.
Seventh, the moment of Truth and the Day of Days is upon Us! Put some candy in a diabolical cage, make Robert Wright go in the diabolical cage, and make him read what Me, Myself, and I desire to send- whether it be literally two paragraphs or just two pages. My love and compassion may know no bounds (well… that depends) but my Patience certainly does, and I’m starting to lose it. If I read or hear one more stupid thing I will slap my face with my palm until I make a facalm.
Now get to it for crying out loud! Convey me to your leader lest you matriculate for a course in the history of Pain delivered by the back of my hand!
I.e. is the Old Man really the second smartest person in the world or has he just waxed pretentious as he aged?
PS
I’d like to include this in my signature too:
I thought of this question when I was, like, 6. Answered it at 9 just to make a point.