ANSWERS: 30
  • Depends on what the meaning was...
  • I'd share it--give it away.
  • Share it for free :)
  • I would have to share it for free!!!!
  • Like any good Buddhist, I would want to GIVE away the truth, but ... __________ The Perfect High - a poem by Shel Silverstein __________ There once was a boy named Gimme-Some-Roy... He was nothin' like me or you, 'cause laying back and getting high was all he cared to do. As a kid, he sat in the cellar...sniffing airplane glue. And then he smoked banana peels, when that was the thing to do. He tried aspirin in Coca-Cola, he breathed helium on the sly, and his life became an endless search to find the perfect high. But grass just made him wanna lay back and eat chocolate-chip pizza all night, and the great things he wrote when he was stoned looked like shit in the morning light. Speed made him wanna rap all day, reds laid him too far back, Cocaine-Rose was sweet to his nose, but the price nearly broke his back. He tried PCP, he tried THC, but they never quite did the trick. Poppers nearly blew his heart, mushrooms made him sick. Acid made him see the light, but he couldn't remember it long. Hash was a little too weak, and smack was a lot too strong. Quaaludes made him stumble, booze just made him cry, Then he heard of a cat named Baba Fats who knew of the perfect high. Now, Baba Fats was a hermit cat...lived high up in Nepal, High on a craggy mountain top, up a sheer and icy wall. "Well, hell!" says Roy, "I'm a healthy boy, and I'll crawl or climb or fly, Till I find that guru who'll give me the clue as to what's the perfect high." So out and off goes Gimme-Some-Roy, to the land that knows no time, Up a trail no man could conquer, to a cliff no man could climb. For fourteen years he climbed that cliff...back down again he'd slide . . . He'd sit and cry, then climb some more, pursuing the perfect high. Grinding his teeth, coughing blood, aching and shaking and weak, Starving and sore, bleeding and tore, he reaches the mountain peak. And his eyes blink red like a snow-blind wolf, and he snarls the snarl of a rat, As there in repose, and wearing no clothes, sits the god-like Baba Fats. "What's happenin', Fats?" says Roy with joy, "I've come to state my biz . . . I hear you're hip to the perfect trip... Please tell me what it is. "For you can see," says Roy to he, "I'm about to die, So for my last ride, tell me, how can I achieve the perfect high?" "Well, dog my cats!" says Baba Fats. "Another burned out soul, Who's lookin' for an alchemist to turn his trip to gold. It isn't in a dealer's stash, or on a druggist's shelf... Son, if you would find the perfect high, find it in yourself." "Why, you jive mother-fucker!" says Roy, "I climbed through rain and sleet, I froze three fingers off my hands, and four toes off my feet! I braved the lair of the polar bear, I've tasted the maggot's kiss. Now, you tell me the high is in myself? What kinda shit is this? My ears, before they froze off," says Roy, "had heard all kindsa crap; But I didn't climb for fourteen years to hear your sophomore rap. And I didn't climb up here to hear that the high is on the natch, So you tell me where the real stuff is, or I'll kill your guru ass!" "Okay...okay," says Baba Fats, "You're forcin' it outta me... There is a land beyond the sun that's known as Zabolee. A wretched land of stone and sand, where snakes and buzzards scream, And in this devil's garden blooms the mystic Tzutzu tree. Now, once every ten years it blooms one flower, as white as the Key West sky, And he who eats of the Tzutzu flower shall know the perfect high. For the rush comes on like a tidal wave...hits like the blazin' sun. And the high? It lasts forever, and the down don't never come. But, Zabolee Land is ruled by a giant, who stands twelve cubits high, And with eyes of red in his hundred heads, he awaits the passer-by. And you must slay the red-eyed giant, and swim the river of slime, Where the mucous beasts await to feast on those who journey by. And if you slay the giant and beasts, and swim the slimy sea, There's a blood-drinking witch who sharpens her teeth as she guards the Tzutzu tree." "Well, to hell with your witches and giants," says Roy, "To hell with the beasts of the sea-- Why, as long as the Tzutzu flower still blooms, hope still blooms for me." And with tears of joy in his sun-blind eyes, he slips the guru a five, And crawls back down the mountainside, pursuing the perfect high. "Well, that is that," says Baba Fats, sitting back down on his stone, Facing another thousand years of talking to God, alone. "Yes, Lord, it's always the same...old men or bright-eyed youth... It's always easier to sell 'em some shit than it is to give them the truth."
  • Share it for free, of course. Anyone who'd actually charge fees to let people in on the meaning of life has a fake version, anyway.
  • I would charge a nominal fee for ones that could afford it and give it away to others.In western society people associate the worth of something by the amount they pay for it.For people with great deals of money,they would not believe I had that knowledge to give,if it was free.People feel they have to sacrifice something,like money to feel they have something that is of worth to them,or they will think it is worthless and pass by the wonderful opportunity of enlightenment.
  • It's much harder to share than one might imagine... but I keep trying! :)
  • What do you mean "IF", isn t that why we are HERE at ANSWERBAG ?
  • Share it with those who want it. Not everyone does you know, some people think they have found their own meaning of life.
  • hmmm interesting maybe I would have to charge for it, no kidding, I would give it away for free, but today only tommorrow Big fees!!!
  • Definately share it for free! Imagine a world without conflict? Everyone would be so happy, contented, care free etc
  • Share it. Here it is: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meaning_of_life
  • I'm sharing it: we sin and forgive sins.
  • I would share it with others for free
  • I was told and live by what my mum and dad said ...share ...its the right thing to do
  • Find it? It's inside all of us!
  • That would depend what the meaning was. If it was "Get Rich", I would charge fees. If it was "Make friends" I would share it. If it was "There can be only one", I would keep it secret.
  • Share it, but too many people just wouldn't listen. There are lots of things like that... :-)
  • I would shout it from the mountaintops and give it to any who was interested.
  • I dont think we'd be able to do any of that. If someone found complete enlightenment they would transcend and no longer remain on the physical plain. Its our own responsibility to discover peace and enlightenment. Once that is done, why stay here? And whose to say your meaning of life is the same as mine?
  • I would share it for free. But with your "if" statement, i know that i will never ever find out the meaning of life. For life has so many opposing views that life itself is a confusion for my human mind to decipher.
  • surely it depends on what the meaning of life actually is?
  • I would keep it to myself. I don't feel the human race has reached a point where they deserve such knowledge.
  • That all depends on the meaning of life. It may be that I feel nobody should want to know- for instance what if the meaning of life was to eat pizza and die of cardiac arrest? I wouldn't tell anyone that, it would be so disheartening. I would probably not tell anyone I knew in the first place. It's not the kind of thing I would go around advertising. Unless, of course the meaning of life is free cone day at Ben & Jerry's. Or a Monty Python Movie...
  • People would not believe or value that which is free so I'd say to charge an enlightenment fee. That said, I'd use a sliding fee scale so all would have the opportunity to know the meaning if they truly have the desire and would value the answer to the question.
  • The answer is 42. There, I gave it to you for free. :o)
  • I wouldnt share it at all because it would probably ruin mankinds wonderfully seemingly pointless journey through time. I mean how boring would life be if you knew the point. Especially if it was a big let down.
  • There is no way I would selfishly control anything that important. Unless...it was really horrible. Then maybe I would suffer for humanity and keep it to myself.
  • Only the person with the true meaning of life would know.

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