Time Alone for the Two

Yesterday, I listened to my children talking loudly and lively in the kitchen, all at the same time whatever came to mind. In the middle of everything, my son repeated - this time more casually - his question on the meaning of life: is there any meaning, if we all die anyway?

His smaller brother had a brilliant answer: perhaps the meaning of life is simply just living. And then, they were already in the following subject...