What's the answer?

What's the answer to life? Death.

What's the point of life? To live it.

What's love? Got to do, got to do with it.

Love rules everything around me, hate can't destroy love - it can only divide it.

You will love less and less until you withdraw completely, but even then you will love something.

You can't exist without love, neither can I.

Is it mad to question life?

Is it mad to question death?

Ask Zarathustra, better yet ask a madman - ask anyone that lives.

But don't hate them for telling you, they are simply mad enough to be alive.

I love you all.



[edit on 4-1-2006 by Simon_the_byron]

Originally posted by Simon_the_byron
What's the answer to life? Death.

Could you explain this a little more?

No longer being physically alive.

Having a funeral and a gravestone.

I recommend before you go shopping for headstones that you find out if you can be burried in the ground instead of inside of a box.

It seems that you may have lost more than your mind in one already, don't go down untill you are sure you will be able to soak into the ground!

Better yet! come see me!
You can go open a checking account, I'll drive the getaway car!