Poems and fiction in English by a writer from Finland. International pictures also included. Some facts, too. Occasionally.
Tuesday, 1 May 2007
The Meaning of Life
I don’t often find myself thinking about the meaning of life. That is because for me the meaning of my existence (and others, too) is to born, to live and then to die. That is everything and it’s enough for most of the living beings.
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You have this streak of romanticism in you. You may try to deny it. But it is there; alas the melancholy. It comes with the whole shipment, it is OK. It belongs to the deal. Don't worry.
I won't try to deny anything, Remf, I know myself painfully well.
Oh dear...why did I have to make this deal????
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