This Essay is Still not about American Sniper or Even the Travesty of Boyhood Not Winning Best Picture
by Akim Reinhardt Last month I offered about 2,000 words on the meaninglessness of life. “Life is meaningless,” I said. “Nothing matters, nothing at all.” I suggested that “meaning and truth are just illusions that humans chatter about incessantly because they can't stomach the sheer meaninglessness of it all.” Indeed, your birth was an act…
