The Meaning of Life
Years ago the immortal Monty Python, a name that means everything to anyone born before 1970 and almost nothing to those born after, created a film called The Meaning of Life. It was vintage Python, filled with exploding men and Catholics singing Every Sperm is Sacred. In a Python way it laughed at our own preoccupations, our own uniquely human thoughts. The film began with a song: Why are we here, what's life all about? Is God really real, or is there some doubt? Well tonight we're going to sort it all out, For tonight it's the Meaning of Life. What's the point of all this hoax? Is it the chicken and the egg time, are we just yolks? Or perhaps we're just one of God's little jokes, Well ça c'est the Meaning of Life. Is life just a game where we make up the rules, While we're searching for something to say, Or are we just simply spiraling coils, Of self-replicating DNA. In this life, what is out fate? Is there Heaven and Hell? Do we re