I asked a priest and then I asked a well-known sage the question,
“What’s the purpose of a life?” and I listened to their answers.
And afterwards I asked their wives and also asked their dinners.
And since their dinners couldn't answer, I'll answer here for them.
“The purpose of our living was to give the priest his dinner.”
“And our reason for existence was to feed the well-known sage.”
And how the wives had answered, I could write down here as well.
But I will not, since their curses are not fit for such a page.
2015 March 12th, Thu.
Brooklyn, New York