(Well, I have to look at life uniquely now. Let's face it. I can't go shopping, I can't take care of the bank accounts, I can't take out the garbage. But I can sit here with my dwindling days and look at what I think is important in life. I have both the time-and the reason-to do that. So, I said, in a reflexively cynical response, I guess the key to finding the meaning of life is to stop taking out the garbage?)