It's hard to write a meaningful essay on the subject of meaninglessness.
You have to force yourself out of your own personal meaninglessness.
You have to come out of your own personal coma to become awake,
And then come up with some significant plucky romp about meaninglessness,
With good punctuation.
You must defy your own personal meaningless essay,
In hopes of rising above the cries of being born.
It's not easy and soon your essay melts down (like so many galaxies) into the void.
In fact, where would we be without the void?
Form with all its wounds and scars needs some place to rest,
And who would begrudge that?
M=EC2
Meaning equals Ether times the speed of Clouds squared.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To my mind, life is meaningless and the void is the best place to be. Interesting.