Originally Posted by Big D
Officer: "What are you doing out at this hour?"
Me: (in mysterious, somber, moody voice) "What would I not be doing out at this hour? Your question implies there is some place better to be... that I could fulfil some kind of... purpose... were I not here. Do you suppose that this is true? Is it your belief that there truly is some meaning to our lives, some place we are destined to be and a task we must each complete? I cannot be sure. There is sadness in the world. Emptiness and pain. I walk. I avoid the stagnation of inaction. I search... but for what? Even I cannot say. All I know is that it is better to wander. And to await whatever comes. There is no driving force to keep me at home. No meaning to idle existence. Now ask me again... 'what am I doing out at this hour?'"