Over after-dinner drinks at Klaudio’s, Miro Kopčalić kept repeating that life had no meaning. Or that there was no meaning to life. I kept nodding in agreement. Every now and then, however, I would gently suggest that only he could give meaning to his life. By and by, I let go of this simple if useless message. And it is utterly useless, indeed. Miro will have to come upon it himself.

Addendum (December 16, 2016)

Whenever the meaning of life comes up with friends and acquaintances, I do my best to say not a word. More often than not, I smile from ear to ear when the topic is discussed. Only when someone else suggests that there is no such thing as the meaning of life, I say a few words by way of agreement, albeit very gently. Even more gently, I offer the idea that it is up to each one of us to give our lives some meaning. So far, though, my friends and acquaintances remain unimpressed with this idea. Indeed, they have to come upon it all by themselves. Alas, this is often beyond their ken!