The Week Of Asking About The Meaning Of Life: Letter to Michio Kaku

I was having a drink with my friend Eric the other night. He is amazing. Smart as can be and not afraid to say things that need to be said. Our conversation went a little something like this.

Eric: "I think you need to start challenging yourself more with this asking project."

Me: "But I'm Minnesotan. The mere act of asking is a challenge."

Eric: "What do you really want? What's the biggest thing? And I'm not talking about plane tickets from Aer Lingus."

Me: "Aer Lingus sounds so dirty!"

Eric: "I know there's more to all of this than what you're telling us."

Me: "Maybe there is. But maybe I haven't quite figured it out yet."

Eric: "I think once you start asking the harder questions, you'll have a better idea."

Me: "I hope you're right."

We finished our beer. We made fun of Jane Austen. I went home to think about what I want to ask for, or know that I should ask for, but haven't yet.

And then, when I woke up this morning, I wrote a letter to Michio Kaku asking about the meaning of life.