I had an extended conversation with someone in a coffee shop this morning which believe it or not centered on the meaning of one’s life. I was reading the extended version of Viktor Frankl’s book “Man’ Search for Ultimate Meaning when the person inquired “is that the same as his first book? I replied that it was some additional thoughts that he developed later.My new acquaintance dismissed Viktor and his work as mere poetry that had no relevance for him. Intrigued by this response I asked how did he arrive at such a conclusion?. His response over the next ten minutes was that what we do makes little difference and all this “meaning” stuff is merely a delusion. Politely, without preaching, I offered we then must agree to disagree because it is at the core of what I believe, and what I struggle to achieve each day.