> The Answer to The Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything is 42.
For me on my journey, on this journey, this quote is my home. My starting point. I fell in love with the feeling of this idea at a young age, sometimes with joy; and at others with frustration (and incomprehension).
I felt alone with this thought, or at least I could not find any/many fellow travellers. I wished to explore ideas, to question things, but instead of it being a quest with companions, it became homework. A solitary task.
> Unable to understand the motivations of the other, I was rightly punished for my quest.
Later on at university, standing around a dead body, I discovered that the question was understood as a competition, which needed to be defended. Each week the game-master would come to grill us for our failings. My plea for teamwork divided our huddle of six.
Escaping temporarily from my duties, I was given permission to study philosophy more formally. The perfect place to study the ultimate question. It was there that I was introduced for a second time to Karl, a soulmate if ever there was one, but also to other strange fish. I knew within the year, that this was my home, but also not.
I am now more than happy with this question, as a path that is both deep and grounded. There is a science behind the method. And there is a poetry in the science. I feel that I can live this question, though I wish that I had learned this feeling much much earlier.
The task for the next 42 Weeks is to Spell This Out in Action.