I sit here with a bowl of Carte D'or strawberry ice cream and life is good [see photo]. I am reminded that sometimes all I need is a small bowl of ice cream.
Perhaps the meaning of life is encapsulated in the moments when I eat ice cream. Perhaps the purpose of life is to assemble the means required to purchase a bowl of ice cream.
Perhaps I was born to eat and enjoy ice cream... Ha, ha, ha.
Richard.
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