“My dearest people,

we are here today because we are going to discover the meaning of life. Did you want me to decide for you? I wouldn’t be a philosopher then, but just a barker.

I’ve prepared here this big jar, and thousands pieces of paper. I’m asking you to write down in one word _your _meaning_ _of life and put it in the jar. I’ll read it out loud, and at the end we’ll find the link between all the replies which is the actual answer. _Please, _don’t think about it too much, it has to be an impulsive thought, we have to be really close to our instinct in order to resolve this mistery. The nature is always right and always wins so we shouldn’t fight it but align ourselves with it.”

“Sorry but philosophy is not a political subject, are you trying to democratize an elevate topic just because you can’t find the answer yourself?”

“Yes I am. I can give to my life a meaning, but it is not my place to dictate others their way of living. If you want a person who’s gonna take your own decisions, that will not be me! There’s religion for this, it helps a lot of people.”

“Religion? How impudent you are. That’s it. I’m leaving. People, do not listen to his words, he’s just an attention seeker, a desperate man who says pitiful things, he does not have the ability or the intelligence to have an opinion.”

“Philosophy is not about opinions. It’s about the deepest thoughts you can formulate after various reaserches. But, if you want an opinion, who am I to not give you one?”

_Throws the jar towards him, hitting his face._