What's the point?

I've often been stymied by the futility of life. I mean, what's the point? You go through all this and in the end you die.

Yeah, yeah...I've heard lots of the religious takes on it...the afterlife, and karma, and heaven and all...but in the end, at least from this end of the telescope, someone tosses you in a hole or sprinkles what's left of you in a (hopefully!) favorite spot.

But then I got to thinking more about futility today, particularly since it's almost Thanksgiving, and I realized that there is an upside to futility. If I were to be totally mired in the futility of things, I wouldn't even bother EATING, because, after all, what would be the point? In a few hours I'd just be hungry again! But in this case, futility is a good thing...because it means there will be room for dessert.

And that's a metaphor I can really sink my teeth into.

Happy Thanksgiving!