And Furthermore . . .

And furthermore, if your life is so jaded that you are absolutely convinced within your deepest, most hopeless self, that life has no meaning, you clearly haven't given the matter enough thought. "Life has no meaning" is a salve for those who feel meaningless.

Life has no meaning . . . and yet it does. Synecdoche: is it the part, or the whole that you refer to--a single example of life, or life in all it's measure? First, you have to define "life" before you can determine what it means, because the answer is going to vary from person to person. The conclusion, whatever it is, drilled-down to the single example is that the meaning of a person's life is going to vary from person to person as well.

Second, whatever YOU think the meaning of your life is, be prepared for disappointment. The meaning of your life cannot possibly be defined by YOU, these are only hopes and dreams as you want them to define you. Your life's meaning is defined by others, by their interpretation and reception of your words or actions, by the affect your life has on theirs. It could be something you may not ever remember having said or done, of something so insignificant to yourself that what it means to others goes unnoticed by you. If you think your life's meaning is some grand achievement, and you attain it, then I'm happy for you. But what does it mean for someone else? Did it bring hope or sorrow, help or hindrance to someone you'll never meet, and as a result their lives were changed? Are you the example, or the warning? How will you be remembered, and for what?

It's likely you'll never know. You're just as likely to be forgotten as remembered, and who knows what someone will ever remember of you (good or bad) anyway?

All I can say is this: don't get so wrapped up in thoughts of dying and hopelessness you can't see life around you. We're all dying, but we live first; to be meaningful before we're meaningless.

Yeah, I get what you're trying to say, Waste-of-Time Movie, but is this supposed to be the grand epiphany I'm to get from watching you?? Puh-lease . . . Possible Death beat you to it a long time ago. Now go away and take your enlightenment to someone who needs it . . . like some artistic philosophical recluse needing to remake another Arthur Miller play, using other Arther Miller plays for inspiration (most especially this one).