Pupil: What is the meaning of life?
Master: No you didn't.
Pupil: Okay, what is the purpose of life?
Master: Just kidding.
Pupil: Then, why am I here?
Master: So I see.
Pupil: Are you going to answer the question?
Master: What question was that?
Pupil: Never mind...smartass.
Master: Do you wanna quit?
Pupil: No way! Still, I wonder...Why do anything at all with your life?
Master: Again, why not? You ask too many questions.
Pupil: Are you serious?
Master: Well, as a general principle all people should make the most of what they have and what they can get. Since they're living anyway. When the Sacred Self achieves a lot or most of what we've been discussing, it makes him and his life worthwhile.
Pupil: That sounds rather redundant and empty to me. None too important or insightful.
Master: Pleasure and happiness. Achievement and greatness. The sublime and transcendental.
Pupil: How can it be all three? Or is it six?
Master: Life is sometimes delicately subtle. And often mysterious. Especially on the big questions. Life is imbued and suffused with wonder, grandeur, awe, and profundity.
Pupil: Well, I struck out there.
Master: Same thing.
Pupil: What?!
Master: You heard me.
Pupil: Are you sure?
Master: Absolutely.
Pupil: So, what is the point of all this?
Master: Whatever you wish. Whatever you choose. Whatever you can make of it. Whatever you do make of it.
Pupil: That isn't very definitive or clear...or helpful.
Master: Tough.
Pupil: What?!
Master: To explore and exploit all the possibilities. To fulfill your potential and reach an apogee. To make your hopes and dreams real.
Pupil: But why do all this?
Master: Why not?
Pupil: I'm getting a little fed up with you.
Master: Always. Well, no.
Pupil: So how about the answer, finally. Why do all of these things? Why realize and fulfill all these possibilities, potentialities, hopes, and dreams?
Master: Because they're there. (Ahem!) Actually, happiness is it's own reward. It's the only thing that is. Happiness and the good life seem to stand alone -- sovereign, intransigent, and untouchable. To whatever extent in both degree and duration you do achieve that with your life -- it seems to be its own justification. Life is worth living and happiness worth achieving for their own sakes.
Pupil: Is that it?
Master: Guess again. It's all I know. But you're free to do as you wish. You may reject my -- or anyone else's -- philosophic analysises and exegesises that you choose...But shouldn't we pause a bit and rest? I'm sorta tired. You know, I bet if I had all the answers my brain would explode.
Pupil: No danger of that!
Master: Wisenheimer kid. To sum it all up: You get out of life more than what you put in -- if you do it right. Work hard, play hard. All sweat and virtue gets rewarded. All evil is punished. You should really work it -- including all the angles. Relish your joys, accomplishments, triumphs, nobility, ascendance, and exhilaration.
Pupil: I'm weary of words and philosophy.
Master: So am I. Let's fuck.
Pupil: Okay.
They do.
Pupil: That was great.
Master: Ain't I somethin'?
Pupil: Now for more learning? More Q and A?
Master: Indeed. Then afterwards...
Pupil: More T and A?
Master: Indeed.
Pupil: Including...?
Master: Absolutely.
Pupil: I love this.
Master: Ain't life great?
Pupil: Indeed.
Master: And so am I.
Pupil: Indeed.
They philosophize. They make love. They laugh a lot and live well.
