insomnia - "Snrf! >>yawn!<< Meaning?! Huh? What's that?"
disciple - "Surely there is a meaning to life, master..."
insomnia - "Oh... yeah, that. Couldn't you just make something up? I was kinda resting my third eye..."
disciple - "...but I have travelled so far, enlightened master. Surely just a word of wisdom..."
insomnia - "Ok, ok... I think I have a meaning around here somewhere." >>digs through Chinese takeout leftovers and rummages up a few kung pao stained slips of paper<<
"Oh... Here's one for you. The meaning of life is... um... to give others sublime pleasure."
disciple - "Are you sure you aren't just making this up?"
insomnia - "Would I do that? It makes sense, really. People can't always be counted on to make themselves happier. Self-gratification has its limits. By making others happy, you can make yourself happy, at least if you do it right. There's a right way and a wrong way to do it... but I'll let you figure that one out. So make others happy. Give them sublime pleasure... Yeah... that's pretty good. Now get off my mountain top and let me sleep, before I sick the goat on you!"