The origins of philosophy
Og and Zog are sitting around the campfire contemplating, well, nothing, contemplation hadn’t been invented yet. Og: Flames flicker and spark, think it be soul of wood going to heaven? Zog: That be heavy, man! Og: Beg to differ, heavy souls would fall to ground. Zog: What is meaning of life? Og: Now you’ve done it, man spend less time hunting and gathering, more time grunting and ranting. Zog: Ugh! Og: Life have no meaning, we just destined to live, laugh, love and die, not necessarily in that... Sign in to see full entry.