Attention all you perpetual seekers!

Life's meaning isn't what you might think it is.

Attention all ye perpetual seekers!

Yesterday I watched a video of a female gorilla sitting in her cell who had a c-section a couple of days prior. The keepers had kept the baby in the gorilla ICU to make sure it was okay but the mother gorilla couldn't know that. She was grieving. Piled in front of her was a mound of cushions topped by a rumpled blue blanket. The blanket wiggled and then, a thin little black arm launched itself into the air, fingers moving. The mother saw it. She moved quickly, untangling the blankets so she could get her baby. She pulled it to her chest. She shook violently with happiness.

Reflecting on that video, I thought about all the dogs who've been in my life, how my heart beat in rhythm with some of them: how, when sitting quietly, we melded together into a peace and contentment that was unobtainable in any other way.

So, for you perpetual seekers looking for the meaning of life, the answer doesn't lie in ayahuasca, Jesus, Yahweh, Buddha or whatever your flavor happens to be, rather, it is that connection that a mother gorilla makes with her baby, or you make with your dog, hamster or donkey - no more, no less.