My boy asks me philosophical questions. I always answer, though not always with the same degree of sincerity.
Regularly he has asked for years now, "What is the meaning of life?"
My answers have ranged all across the board, from hot dogs to knowing God and loving Him forever.
The other day he asked, "What is the meaning of death?"
To this, I had a ready answer - separation. Death is being separated from anything irretrievably.
Then our eyes lit up. If we KNOW what death is, then don't we know what life is? Life must be connection, right? Or more properly, the meaning of life must be to connect. Period. I can't find anywhere that answer doesn't fit snuggly.
It was pretty cool.