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So when I was young, I fell in love with this awesome parody known as "The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy" by Douglas Adams. Just chock full of side-splitting creativity, lampooning just about every trope in the world of science fiction. And as someone whose read and watched a lot of scifi, I couldn't help but laugh my ass off on just about every page. 

So what does this have to do with me? After all, this isn't a book of the month club. Well one of the most well-known bits in the book goes something like this:

A group of people decide they are going to create a computer that (in true Isaac Asimov-ian fashion) can compute the answer to the meaning of life, the universe, and everything. Well to make a long story short (too late), after thousands of years the computer comes up with the answer:

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Ofcourse that doesn't make any sense but the computer explains the problem is we don't know the question. So what's  the question? Turns out that is a little bit harder and we'll need a few more millennia to figure it out. (Please excuse my liberal paraphrasing and massaging of details.)

So getting back to the point (there was a point?), as I turn 42 what does that make me? A work in progress? Trying to figure out the meaning of life, the universe, and everything?

Sounds about right. I can live with that.