the meaning of life

I suppose I fit the barista stereotype insofaras I spend probably way too much time in a semi-existential funk, perplexed by the meaning, or lack of meaning, of life. Why do I care anyway? Did I just take too many of Steven Crowell's upper level philosophy classes at Rice University? Do I spend too much time with Carl Jones, whose raison d'etre seems to be the contemplation of the meaning of life? Or is this tendency to pause, randomly, and ask WHAT IS IT ALL ABOUT ANYWAY? actually a healthy habit that keeps life in perspective?

I have taken to randomly asking our bright Phoenix baristas, and even a few customers, the question "So what is it all about, anyway?" They often respond with What do you mean? So I say "You know, life, why are we here? Why do we do all this?"

I only can ask this of folks who will not think I am putting them on the spot too much. I got a good response from Amy Gillissie the other day, when she stopped in for her bagel and coffee, being the often contemplative person that she is. She responded by saying that Life is about Love. Life is about loving others more than we have been loved. I have replayed this in my head several times since. It's a great answer.