The Opponent in the Ring, “Meaning, Purpose.”

here i am again, contemplating most things. i’ve been lately, just beating the idea into the ground of what the purpose of life is. what is the real meaning? i almost, at times, picture a boxing ring with me in it; my opponent named “meaning, purpose.” knowing that i would win the match, but it would be pretty damn close. then, at the end, i would be drenched in sweat, in tears, with my hands on “meaning, purpose.” yelling “who are you! tell me what this is all about! i need answers!”