Many decades ago, the late (Beatle) George Harrison asked, "What is life?"  Then, and now, this remains a very good question.
     If one is a believer in God, she might reply that life is a gift of God, one we are to handle with care and use for the glory of God.  If one is of another (even opposite) perspective, she may say, as did Paul Sartre (and countless others) that life just is and we are obligated and compelled to do the best we can with it.
     Regardless of one's perspective, however, we realize that as we did not have a choice to be, yet we are, we should make the most of it.
     Yet it seems that unless we see life as a gift from above, a creation of something greater than we, we still do not have a good answer as to why or what it is.  Simply saying that life "just is" is circular, as it is using itself to affirm and prove itself.  Its starting point is its ending point.  We can of course live without knowing why, but at the end of our days, we will still not know why we ever lived.  And then we will ask ourselves:  what was the point?
     To live, goes the reply, to enjoy, to adventure, to grow, to learn, to do our best with whatever cards we have been dealt.  Well enough, but can we honestly use these to give our lives meaning when we do not know why life or its meaning ever were in the first place?
     Put another way, can we agree that we must be more than a massive contradiction?