The meaning of life; a tautology that wells up diurnal from the mouths of people, a reflex of the conscious self accompanied by a veritable outpouring of the distant sense of being. How can a civilization that breeds upon existential desires even contemplate the soul? Time of concomitant discourse has disappeared, leaving behind the didactic prelude to the eternal. An eternal that seduces by its simplicity, pestilential outflow of the senses, hegemonistic insights into complicity and eradication of innermost impediments to irrational ephemeral mentalities. When creation is being contemplated by Man, effluence corrupts thoughts, realities transform into realms, existence barrels towards economies, self realization actualizes to entitlement, discovery ameliorates to apportioning and Life abrogates reflections. Living gods are irrevocable proof that hedonism prevails, withering austerities propel intellects into the depths of an arcane abyss, sybaritism spawns unguent philosphies, inchoate tenets birthing pusillanimity and clairvoyance supplants distillation. Fashion breeds fastidiousness, abundance originates inconsequential fecundity, imagery elavates superficiality, reclusion reviles originality and introspection encounters opprobrium. The meaning of life inexorably accelerates into multifarious avatars proposed and disposed with infinite abandon, dispensed into lingual slavery, discombobulated with aural buffoonery and decanted into drams of recreational morbidity.