The meaning of life is a big question Fuzzy.

I guess feeling the good times makes it worth while. I sometimes try to call on a good time when I had felt happy to remember it is possible to actually be happy.

Why are we here though? For me, being not religous, we are random atoms fused together, some happier than others but we are all worth just the same.

The bigger question for me, is how did we manage to set up society, where some people are seen as better than others?

Big hug for you Fuzzy and Papa bear struggling in the heat in all your fur.