When you gaze out on a quiet, peaceful meadow, next to a still pond, under a motionless blue sky, you wonder how the noisy, busy cacophony of life could have arisen from such silent, motionless...

We tend to think of imagination and foresight like we are prone to think of life (sometimes) — as an inscrutable flash of something from the outside that magically takes us over some large boundary...

Life doesn’t happen suddenly. It fades in.

Our once simple, unified meaning of life is being shattered into many, sometimes competing, concepts.

We are always seeking it, never finding it.

The meaning of life is more than a definition of life.