Thoughtful people spout interesting questions. Often without realizing that those questions have been asked for thousands of years, starting back in our cave-man days when we bashed people over the head for asking stuff we couldn't answer.
Which was, of course, shortly after they had grown large enough that we couldn't just clout them upside their ear and tell 'em to eat their damned broccoli and shut up.
What is the meaning of life?
Why am I here?
Will I die tomorrow?
What's for lunch?
As a public service, I shall provide the answers.
Life has no intrinsic meaning.
The internet brought you here.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow.
Chinese food.
And broccoli is inedible. I can understand why you don't want to finish it.
Broccoli is the Oakland of vegetables, there is no there there.
Chinese broccoli is an entirely different kettle of fish.
Which is why you will have Chinese food.
Besides, it's the Financial District.
Quite the best thing there.
Now shut up and eat your 芥蘭。
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Broccoli is awful. How anybody can eat is beyond me. My kids love the stuff and I cook it but it smells really bad.
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