Let's Play Life

(Boy looking out window)

G: What's the point, uh?

B: Huh?  What are you talking about?

G: Life?  What's the point of it?  Don't you know, silly.  Wipe away those tears.

No more, not even one.

B: There is no point.  That's the big secret, dark ending we're waiting for.

I don't want to be an animal anymore.

We're living proof of history; we're already the beginning, end, beginning of something new.

I don't want to be just another cycle.

G: Stop that.  You've got it all wrong.

Life doesn't work in that way.  Bio's been lying all these years.

Don't ya know, Darwin was a cuuk, most likely on "grass." 

Forget him, forget bio, forget the laws of ningkum-poop. 

That's it.  This is you; this is your vehicle.

Life isn't meaningless like it seems.

Life is exactly the opposite: meaningful.

It's an open book, like they say.

Ya know, like the one's in Pap's study.

But this was is better.

All the pages are empty. 

I swear, just picture it.

And ya know what's great about it.

You can just throw it the side and go outside.

Let's have fun.  Let's play life.