The Meaning of Life (reply following 平仄平's post at mayacafe.com)

As I am being tormented over the question on the meaning of life, I heard a program on NPR introducing the newly invented piccolo-violin. The violin is made in a quarter size and sounds an octave higher than the conventional violin. As if the frequency of violin is not high enough to make us violinists a neurotic lot, some bored physicist has to invent this little piercing thing to further poke our nerves. The principal second violinist of Oregon Symphony did a demonstration on it with Paganini’s Witch’s Dance. Perfect, the witch, the physicist, Paganini, and the piccolo-violin, I see Mephistopheles laughing in the shadow. When the violinist hit the last note on the radio, ouch! I almost drove off the road. Now the meaning and the folly of life are blurred before me.

Reply:
Maybe the meaning of life is to explore the world as much as one likes, and the meaning of life for the rest of us is to smile at what other people find amusing or are passionate about in life.