The h2g2 Prose Poem: Life Is
Created | Updated Apr 8, 2012
The Prof said, 'Maybe this is too serious.'
I said, 'Serious is good, sometimes.'
So we offer you a h2g2 prose poem.
Life is – or is life!
Some might class it as a natural flowing form of part of the universe.
Some might class it as a test by a superior being (thought fictitious by many including ME) leading to a higher intellectual plane of existence.
Some might class it as a form of punishment from a past plane of existence (thought fictitious by many including ME) leading to another higher intellectual plane of existence.
Some might class it as a joke. (Thought a fact by many including ME.)
From the day that "human" life came to a level of intelligence to be able think/talk/reason (some are STILL trying) and every other aspect of mankind, good or bad, millions upon millions have offered their own theories/opinions etc, etc, etc.
And even came to one answer of 42 
BUT life has still yet to be defined as to why it's here, its ultimate beginnings, its ultimate purpose and its ultimate end.
Until then – say sod it and keep treating it as a joke, have fun from birth to death – that's the best achievement and legacy to leave each and every following generation.
