ok.. far back in the unchartered backwaters of time and space, a young and particularly brilliant boy was conceived. in utero this child had discovered the flaws in he fundamental conception of reality and was only waiting for a chance to communicate with the rest of the 'world' such as it was..
birth came and went, and i time this youngster grew into a stripling lad who proved to be great at many things, expect cards. he would never play cards, nor would he touch them. oh, and the word 'sock puppets' this would send him into a catatonic state that only hours of his mothers soothing petting and soft croon would bring him back to join with the other kids, who teased him so very cruelly.
one day his chance arrived and in class the teacher asked, "and i want u to explain to me what YOU think the meaning of life is". WELL, as u can imagine the youngster took this opportunity to write his ideas down and dispel all the other theories, which he did SO well and so cleverly that the teacher failed to believe it was that Childs work. but soon it filtered up to higher levels, and the child was called to account for the essay.
He did such a good job of explaining his work, that nobody disputed it was his, and a flash of insight the whole world realised where it had gone wrong. the planets aligned, wars stopped, the sun came out and everyone smiled.. this was right. This was The Way it should be...