h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

42. . .24. . . forty-two. . .twoty-four. . .questions questions questions. In our blatent quest for the search of truth, we have an answer finally. 42. In our "x-files"-ish, catholic "confession"-ish, reality "obsession"-ish, so long and thanks for the fish day to day existence, we can justify our lives finally. 42.
But exactly what is the question? And as my cursor blinks and blinks and says type me, I don't know what that question is. Forty two is an even number. . .we all know this. . .every bodies age doubled is an even number. . .so everyone is . . .42. . .no that's not a viable conclusion. . .double 42 and divide it by your age doubled by 42 plus the half of the doubled age plus 42 and a half is . . .not worth mentioning. If I let my cursor blink 42 times one can come to the conclusion that. . .I need a hobby. 42. . .84. . .126. . .the pattern can go on into infinitum and all the answers divided by 42 is mearly another answer in the infinitum of progression. . .progression. . .progression. . .something I am not doing. . .by typing progression. . .is it in there that the answer is. Our lives are a serious of progressions or lack there of. . .depending on your mental state. . .progression - evolution. . .we evolved. . .and are progressively evolving. . .or as some females would say that the de-evolving. . .course most of these females are at the age of 42 and are bitter about viagra progressivists pushing ever evolving libido pills done the male populus' throats and the result is ever evolving harrassment polices numbering any even number that probably when doubled don't equal 42.
So what is the question? 42?
hmmmmmmmmmmmm

Yes, well that is an *astoundingly* original answer isn't it? I can't think of *anyone* who's ever thought of the answer 42 before.

Exscuse the sarcasm, I'm just trying to get people to talk to me

The answer my friend is 42. . .but if you bothered to give more than a brief glance at the reply, you would have noticed that posed that not the answer 42 is the search, but rather the question itself might well be 42. As in. . .42? What's *astounding* is how you read to diction and not to punctuation. More over lodestone if you read what was in the body of the paragraph you would realize the question is multi-fold. . .*anyone* could have seen that.

Excuse my sarcasm, but my friend. . .you missed the point.

Ooh! Interesting answer!

*looks quizically at self*

*thinks* - Oh gods, here we go again.

Not sure where you are going with this one my friend. What exactly are you driving at?

I'm not quite sure myself.

?????

hmmmmm, well lodestone, you said you want to talk about something on this thing. Give something to talk about. If you'd like to argue the point, that's fine. Buit don't just give random interdictions that mean absolutley less than what the people on this site are talking about.

ok so i find myself driven to starbucks oh wait that's one of those random thingys sorry

And you purchase a 42 ounce doubly caffinated triply frosted sugar bomb expresso fresh brewed latte with. . .of course. . .a bagel.

havn't u read the sequels to HHG2TG? read the end of The Resteraunt At The End Of the Universe.

Yes, Zaphod, I have read the entire collection, though I fear I am not making any connection between these posts and the installment in question.

Perhaps you can clear this up, hmmmmmm.

The second book has the question in it. I'm not going to give it away, though!!!

I prefer to think that the answer and the question can not exist simultaneously in the same universe.

Some universes have the question, and some have the answer

Having said that, you could say the ultimate question is: "what is the ultimate question?" in which case 42 must be a question, but that could only be (I am) 40 (are you) too?, which isn't exactly an important question.

Hang on... burst of enlightenment.. this can only mean... God is 42! and he's looking for another 42 year old with which to converse! God is lonely... which is why He created us! I'VE SOLVED IT! EUREKA! PRAISE THE BUNKEM!

ummm ok or it could just take 42 licks to get to the center of a tootsie pop


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Forty-two....for-tee-two...four-three-two...? Simple, it was picked up by a microphone as God, after drinking a lot of coffee, blasted off the universe.