All my life, I have asked myself what makes my life a meaningful life. When I was into adolescence, I often despaired, because I did not seem to be able to come up with a good answer. Over the years, I improved. Nowadays, I often feel that there is, indeed, a meaning to life, even if you cannot define it.
In the mid-80ies, I and a group of friends regularly went a long way to the yearly seminar with my mentor Rupert Lay. A good friend of mine, the Englishman George Brooke, who I also cooperated closely with in Munich, once asked me during lunch-break what exactly it was we were doing on those seminars. My reply in English was that we meet there to find “The meaning of life”.
His reaction was intense: remembering Monty Python’s “Meaning of Life”, he had a laughing fit. He choked on the Spaghetti, causing considerable unpleasantness both in the restaurant and on his suit. Fortunately, there was no lasting damage to his health.
This is how I first heard of Monty Python‘s “Meaning of Life”! It strikes me that no other film describes the meaning of life as well as this one. I get the impression he understands me.
RMD
(translated by EG)
See for yourself:
INTRO:
DEATH:
EVERY SPERM IS SACRED:
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