(Poem) The meaning of life is a MacGuffin.
“What is the meaning of life?”
Philosophers ponder to no end
Like a dog chasing its own tail.
My friends,
The answer lies in the question;
The “meaning of life” is
Nothin’ but a MacGuffin—
A plot device used to
Compel the character,
The character named “I”
The character named “You”—
A carousel to carry the soul
Round a reason we aren’t meant to grasp.
When we ask,
“What is the meaning of life?”
We are like the dog:
We too chase our tales
In guess after guess
Yet never bite the bone
Because, as it turns out,
The point of life
Is not the point at all.
Not to say there is no point.
Rather, it is the motion
Not a notion
Which gives the tides of life its meaning.
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