"o me, o life,
of the questions,
of these recurring,
of the endless trains,
of the faithless,
of cities filled with the foolish,
what good aimd these.
o me, o life?
Answer: That you are here.
That life exists, and identity.
That the powerful plays goes on,
and you may contribute a verse.
That the powerful plays goes on,
and you may contribute a verse."
From 'dead poets society'. Well, I haven't got the answer either.