The upside of Meaninglessness

Reality is a blank canvas waiting to be filled with color. Silence is to be painted with sound. Life is song and dance. Emotion is the melody that inspires the rhythm of our bodies. The universe is the grand ballroom. Even without a conductor the band plays on. We are both artist and instrument. Laughing and crying are the major and minor vibrations of the heart strings when plucked. Our ears are still ringing from the big bang or from the crash of the last cymbal. Surely we were meant for nothing more than to dance ecstatically for our moment under the sun.