What It All Doesn't Mean

Some say you must find meaning in life to be happy. I say, people who search for meaning are miserable. Happiness doesn't mean anything. For God's sake, let us live in a world without meaning, where no creature means more than another, each leaf and star, each rusty screw and gentle breath equally significant, equally empty. Devoid of meaning, this cosmos is lighter than air, a centerless whirling where religions do not arise, wars do not begin, and no one knows. But attach meaning to one single shape, and it all collapses in the impenetrably dense black hole of a dust mote. 
Better to dance one moment with a fool 
than sit all day with a holy book, each word 
pointing elsewhere. 

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