This was asked to me a few days ago by a gentleman strolling with his girlfriend on Fourth Street in Berkeley Ca.
It really depends on who you are. For my dog Zenith, a Hyena/Bassett mix, the meaning of life is a bowl of warm goat milk in the morning, a Yak femur to chew on for lunch, and a bowl of turkey chili for dinner.
For Joseph Smith, the meaning came when the angel Moroni appeared to him in a blindingly white robe and told him about the plates hidden for him to find in the woods.
For me, great zamboni, it came when the devil and I made our fateful bargain as I drowned in sub-arctic waters, which set me forth on my mission to answer questions and help people all over Earth.
What do each have in common- not much you think?- yet ZAMBONI KNOWS.
It involves patience and waiting, and receptivity. As Hamlet said, “the readiness is all.” Are you ready, really?
And waiting- Zenith must wait for his femur. Joseph smith had to wait a year and then another before Moroni felt he was ready to finally know where the plates were buried and to get them. Zamboni, who is myself, must wait until the year 2020 to get to Carnegie Hall.
But if I had to give answer that might suit the general purpose, about the meaning of life, it is this:
1. Avoid careers that require a lot meetings.
2. Greatly limit credit card use, and understand what “APR” means.
3. Be with people you love as much as possible, and hug a lot.
There. Don’t wait anymore.
ENJOYMENT!
great zamboni 