contemplations

What is the meaning of life? As I sit here with just my thumb and self, I wonder, like so many of you, why am I here? If it is only for the sake of the here and now, then "let us suck, drool and spit up, for tomorrow we die!" Yet, there is a gnawing hunger inside of me. It won't let me go. Not to mention, I'm teething. I have more than just a yearning for clean diapers. It is an emptiness that no ordinary binky can satisfy. And while we're at it, why all these big people making incoherent jibberish sounds and pinching my skin? That really riles me.