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On the Meaning of Life What is the meaning of life? This question, like a pebble dropped into the lake of childhood, sent out ripples that have lingered for decades and still refuse to settle. I have come to think that perhaps life has no predetermined meaning—it is a blank page, and the meanin…

On the Meaning of Life What is the meaning of life? This question, like a pebble dropped into the lake of childhood, sent out ripples that have lingered for decades and still refuse to settle. I have come to think that perhaps life has no predetermined meaning—it is a blank page, and the meaning is ours to write. Some write with ambition, their strokes bold and heavy, yet in the quiet of night they discover the reverse side of the paper remains empty. Some write with love, the characters ten