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I remember being much disturbed by Sartre's claim that everything was meaningless. I couldn't seem to "prove" that life indeed had the meaning I felt it had. One morning on my way to my college classes I was struggling with this concept as I waited for a subway train. Suddenly an idea occurred to me: Even if everything had no meaning, we as human beings would assign meaning to things anyway. So, I might as well continue to enjoy the meaningfulness of life for me. The subway train arrived and, completely, untroubled, I got on board. I did not think about Sartre and his ridiculous concept any more. TRUE STORY!

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