(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.

"What is the meaning of life?" // Philosophers ponder to no end // Like a dog chasing its own tail.

Sometimes, from my stream of consciousness, an idea will roil up from the depths that compels me to jot it down, usually in a half-formed iPhone Note that I won’t revisit for stretches at a time. Once I do, I usually discover that it has either a) expired in relevance, or b) incubated some insight,…