Once upon a time, a long time ago, when I was a teen, I asked my teacher about the meaning of life.
“Mister, what is the meaning of life?” I asked him.
He replied: “it’s 24.”
I looked at him, puzzled. “I don’t understand.”
He muttered: “it’s a stupid question, therefor you get a stupid answer.”
From that day forward, I considered him to be a wise man.