I had the strangest dream when I was out walking (not under dispute). I dreamed of a world not entirely unlike our own. The people on this world had asked their god one too many times "What is the point of this life/universe/everything?" and their god (in all his infinite wisdom) immediately proclaimed/snapped "There isn't one... so stop bothering me"
Instantly all of the people on this planet devolved back to monkeys. Happy little monkeys too for they were monkeys who were content with the truth that life had neither meaning or purpose so they may as well all get back to bloody well enjoying it.
The monkeys suffered no hate, they suffered no war or intolerance. The environemt on their planet became balanced, the air peaceful and clean, the waters crisp and clear. All from the simple truth, all because there was, in fact, no point.


THE END