[iodillalm]

There's a story told of a London cabbie who related how he once had Bertrand Russell in his taxi: 'greatest philosopher in the western world, right? So, I says to 'im, "so now then, Bertie, what's it all about, then?" And d'yer know? Daft b****r couldn't tell me!'

I asked myself constantly what 'the meaning of life' was and like the cabbie (though in a different manner!) came to know that philosophy didn't have the answer. I was once chatting with an acquaintance who happened to be Cypriot, and as is often the case late at night, the conversation turned to this theme. He said he didn't know about such matters and I ought to meet Bishop Eirenaios. I knew nothing about Christianity but we met and after talking with the Bishop, I realised that the Orthodox Church had the fulness of the truth and so had all the answers to my questions about 'the meaning of life'. What I later realised was that I wouldn't be given all the answers!