Don't know why for sure, but I've been on this random kick recently about The Ultimate Answer and all that. Of course, we all know the answer, and how it was discovered:
The real question is, what was the question?
And that's the hard part.
“I think the problem, to be quite honest with you, is that you've never actually known what the question is.”
If it takes seven and a half million years of Deep Thought to answer the question, but we don't know the question, then what do we do next?
It's all quite mind-boggling. Certainly does not invoke a feeling of infinite majesty and calm.
Who am I? What is my purpose in life? Does it really, cosmically speaking, matter if I don't get up and go to work?
Is that the question??? What is the question?
"Exactly! So once you do know what the question actually is, you'll know what the answer means."
In reality, I have been doing a bit of deep thought of my own, trying to decide what I am meant to do, what it is I am supposed to be doing with my life (assuming I am supposed to be doing anything). Through a series of trials, successes, tribulations and challenges - some random and some not - I've ended up in a place in life that I never would have predicted. I'm not complaining, mind you, just wondering what's in store, what's next, why, stuff like that. Seems like something's missing, and while I have guesses about what that “something” might be, it's hard to put my finger on it for certain.
Maybe I need to play a long game of Scrabble.