People, like life, are perverse. We do things because we can, because doing them is meaningful to us. Usually that meaning is only partly or inadequately understood, appreciated and acknowledged by us and by others.

A long life and a multitude of experiences do not necessarily illuminate or clarify our meaningfulness or lack thereof. Indeed, life and its experiences can actually make it more difficult for us  to know ourselves. Life gets in the way of reflection, contemplation and meditation—not the sit-and-think-of-nothing type meditation, just the what the f*** is life all about anyway and what’s my role, if any, in the unfolding of the universe. In other words, coming to understand what we do and why we do it, and so who we are, is rather like trying to answer the question What is question to which 47 is the answer?

This blog is my attempt at answering that question, of making sense of myself, my family, my friends and everyone else.

How do you make sense of the world?