The meaning of life is simple, it is just plain fun to live, and breathe, and sleep, and get dirty, and become clean, and have children, and raise them, and have cats, and enjoy them, and to keep one's quests simple. The structure in which you do it can be fun in and of itself. It is a little harder to enjoy life without some kind of structure.
I got this epiphany over the past few weeks as I donated babysitting services to Marie's son Brock (sometimes I facetiously call him "Brain"). He has four young boys, ages 3, 4, 9, and 10. Yeah, I know. What were they doing in those years? Heh, heh. Anyway, the issue is that
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