I remember getting a book out from the library in my late teens- 'Philosophy for beginners' type of thing. I thought it was time to figure out the meaning of life. You can imagine my disappointment when all it really said was- these big questions exist- Is there a God? Where did we come from? What is the meaning of life? Where do we go when we die? etc. etc. Then, it cited a few eminent philosophers and what they thought about it all but, I felt so deflated when it offered no conclusions. Like- I'm fully aware these questions exist! That's why I'm wasting my time (evidently) reading this book- I want the answers! Probably naive of me to think there were answers... I wonder if we'll ever know the answers. I always hoped all would be revealed when we die but if there's nothing afterwards, I guess we won't! Oh well, we won't have a brain to worry about it then.