On one particular evening, as Joe Bob Brentwood stepped out of his brown Cadillac Deville, he wondered about the meaning of life. He thought as hard as he could while he carried the groceries into his house. As he put away his groceries he still pondered. For a few weeks this went on. He did nothing but wonder about the meaning of life. He was lost in deep concentration for many days. Spring changed to summer and still he thought. After giving up on the subject he went down to fix himself something to eat. he opened the can of beans with bacon, looked inside, and found it. As though his entire consciousness was kept inside that can, memories poured onto him. His high school years, his marriage, his son's high school years. Then he realized the true meaning of life................Death.

One day, not unlike the one Joe Bob experienced, I wondered as to the meaning of life. And as I thought, the revelation hit me. We all are born. We all grow. We all die. Everywhere there is life, and yet, surrounding that life is the ever-present notion of death. To all things there are an end. Perhaps someday I'll stop writing about Joe Bob. I doubt it though. I think that only Joe Bob could find the meaning of life in a can of beans with bacon. Perhaps it was that single piece of pork fat (life) among all those beans (death). Though we all wonder about the certain things, some of us can find comfort in beans.

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