Dying.
Naked lesbian twins.
How interesting: I just had a long discussion on Franklās āManās Search for Meaning.ā
Live each day to the fullest, for tomorrow you die, as a result of the earthās destruction by Volgons. AKA 42.
I believe itās survival and just to live. I donāt really care, itās pointless to argue about it. All I care about is to enjoy life, even when itās hard to, and protect everything that has meaning in my life. Lifeās annoying most of the time, so it takes strength to live through it. Itās harder to live than to die.
Whatās taking The 984 so long to edit this poll?
Crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and hear the lamentations of their women.
Let me live deep while I live; let me know the rich justice of red meat and stinging wine on my palate, the hot embrace of white arms, the mad exultation of battle when the blue blades flame and crimson, and I am content. Let teachers and priests and philosophers brood over questions of reality and illusion. I know this: if life is illusion, then I am no less an illusion, and being thus, the illusion is real to me. I live, I burn with life, I love, I slay, and am content.
Vogons, you infidel! Letās sample an eclectic taste of Vogon poetry:
Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits
On a lurgid bee.
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me
With crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I donāt!
In my opinion The attaining of physical wealth/power
I canāt believe I forgot 42 in my original poll. Thank you, to whomever edited it.
For what purpose? The physical part I mean. To control? To destroy? I mean just to have it for no reason seems pointless.
You also forgot making yourself happy, GAP.
You jerk. 
āTry and be nice to people, avoid eating fat, read a good book every now and then, get some walking in, and try and live together in peace and harmony with people of all creeds and nations.ā
Thank goodness 42 had been put in by the time I got here. I was clutching my towel with anxiety.
An improptu translation from the epic of Gilgamesh:
You, Gilgamesh, fill your belly.
Revel all day and all night long,
A feast of joy make each day,
All day and all night long dance and play.
Have clean clothes,
A clean head, take water and bathe.
Show tenderness to the youngāun held by your hand,
Let your woman enjoy your hug.
This is the mission of men.
And a couple of verses later he bolts off seeking immortality 
The meaning of life is just to experience itā¦
Doing your duty. The problem arises to what end are you doing your duty. Really, I suppose thatās the problem with reasonable answers to the question. All weāre really doing is giving means to an end, not exactly dealing with the end result at all. If the meaning of life is to attain wealth and prestige, your only opening yourself up to another question; what does a person gain by manner of this wealth and prestige? How does what they gain give their life āmeaningā?
The most predictable answer would be happiness. The problem with that is the happiness which could be gained from this is subjective, so how could we really say it qualifies as the correct answer to such a question?
But, eh, thatās just Philosophy class messing with me, itās obviously an anything goes question thatās meant to deal with peopleās views, so Iāll stick with duty. It seems like the least self-serving and possesses the most potential to have a good result, except, maybe helping others.
Donāt worry about that, Iām a solipsist. You donāt really exist.
Duty? Duty is meaningless, unless you are cleaning up dog poop.
Happiness is an acceptible answer, as its inherent subjectivity allows for it to be applied to all people.
However the meaning of life is suffering: to live is to suffer.
Forty-two is also acceptible.
:kissy:
However the meaning of life is suffering: to live is to suffer.
I never really agreed with this. There is definitely suffering in life, but you only suffer some of the time. Other times you feel better.
A miserable little pile of secrets
or was that man