Today I asked myself what is the argument, the problem, the mystery nobody has ever solved.
                   There are many, but all of them, even the question about the meaning of life, can be suppressed
                    to the word why. Why do birds fly, why do we paint paintings, why, why, why?
                     We might never know truthfully why, but hey, the meaning of life is 42.
                      
                        Fenris