"Well, it is like this," said God and took a more comfortable position on the floor, "because you exist together with the word. Well, maybe it wasn't said correctly, better would be to say that the world is a part of you because every human being has two parts: the inside and the outside. The border between these two parts is precisely defined - it is your skin. Anything what is closer to you from this border is your inside. Anything farther from there is your outside. So for example this table, this carpet or me is all part of your outside. You live as your inside and you're circumfused by your outside like an oil bubble in the water. And that institutes the relation between the inside and the outside. The inside and the outside are actually two oil bubbles that touch each other. They even rub each other. During their interchangeable rubbing a friction originates and the result of this friction is a rustling or scratching noise. Sometimes happens that some impurity gets between the two and it takes years to purify their surfaces again. Then, especially while meeting old people, you can actually hear this hum. And those fools from NASA think it is a cosmic whir, haw haw! There was a man who actually measured this hum and he even invented some equation for it but it doesn't matter now because he didn't know where this hum is coming from anyway." "And what will happen when I die?" Mash interrupted God impatiently. "Why, the ratio between the two bubbles changes. In the present your inside - your body and your soul that reside under your skin - is surrounded by your outside - the whole infinite universe like a little drop of oil in the ocean. When you die the inner bubble gets many times bigger and surrounds the outside. It is so simple, actually!" "I see," said Mashl. But he didn't grasp it. "And how about the other people? Are they also insides?" "The whole outside - or we can use your human term Universe - is perforated like Swiss cheese by many insides - the living creatures. They make tunnels in it like ants throughout the anthill. But the catch is that everyone has just one inside and everything else including other insides it to them just the outside. And that usually becomes the stumbling block. That's why one on my commandments prompts people to love their neighbors as they would love themselves because the neighbor is the same inside as you are. But you wouldn't know it because the outside that separates all the single insides stands in a way so they couldn't unite." "Interesting," thought Mashl. "But my problem is what to do with my life? Why am I here? Why am I the way I am? Why couldn't I be happy all the time? Because I don't think I want too much! Or do I?" "And what is it you really want?" asks God. "Because I have a certain... cognizance. Maybe I could help you." "Why I can't find me a wife that would be ideal for me?" asks Mash. "Why every single one I've met lacked something? When this search will finally end? When do I find my love, a woman who could be my perfect lover, a mother of my children, my friend and my wife? Why is every single woman - why is every single man so terribly imperfect?" Very gently God sighed. "Imperfection is the impetus of the universe," He said, "or better, it is the longing of imperfection to become perfection. By the way, longing is totally senseless because interest and activity of the world rises from its imperfection but luckily this longing is unattainable because perfection doesn't exist. Well, it actually does exist but only for one millionth of a second. Because the absolute perfection would mean the end of impetus, would create absolute zero, would create the fusion of matter and antimatter that would mutually neutralize". "So what is the meaning of life?!" "Why, the aim for perfection, of course," said God, "and therefore the aim for absolute death that in your conception means absolute nothingness. But luckily you will never succeed in accomplishing it. That's what I am here for, your humble servant, to thwart it for you. So don't worry about it." He smiled. His eyes flared.