Presuming to have discovered the only 'meaning of life' that can cover all
people, I wrote the first two lines, then added the rest in a rambling
manner, as it all seemed to fit to me in some manner. But as of yet I can't
properly explain it all. Fitting, I suppose. I've no intention of dying any
time soon, so this should give me decades (or maybe a century?) to figure
out just what I meant when all these phrases came spilling out of my pen
and pencil..

The purpose of Life is living,
The meaning of Life is to find our own meaning,
All knowledge being One,
Life is the act of Being.
Beginnings have endings,
Endings have beginnings,
Nature abhors a vacuum
And forever seeks balance.
As all that Is is also Not,
Life Is for the sake of Being
And we Are to find our own meaning..