I discovered The Meaning of Life last night.
Unfortunately, it's not anything comprehensible.
It's not exactly productive in any way, sorry.
It felt great though, you should have been there.

What do you do after you discover The Meaning of Life?
I was so concerned about finding it that I forgot why I wanted to.
I guess that's The Question of The Meaning of Life;
I always wondered about that idea from the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.

I was playing this weird game before:
Live my life just so that I can have that moment —
Pure satisfaction of understanding it all —
Timed right when I'm on my deathbed.

You can't set your expectations so low that you reach them early.
You don't get to hit that satisfaction until right before your escape plan.
You reach it, then leave before the awkward silence.
It's perfect.

But I fucked up last night.
I found it too early.
Now most people would be faced with an unanswerable question:
What do you do after you discover The Meaning of Life, the pinnacle of everything?

But the best thing is The Meaning of Life helped me realize
The peaks and valleys don't really matter.
The rush of wind, the sinking of your stomach when you fly over the bumps —
That's what's really fun.