There was once a wise old sage who traveled the world, searching for the one foreseen in a dismal trance. He finally discovered this person in an unknown country, upon an unknown date. He appeared before the man who was but one and a fourth score years of age and spoke to him. "What is the meaning of life?" The man responded, "To become a successful being." The sage then said, "You are false. Make a place for yourself in this world and I shall return in one-fourth score years."
The man became an astound hunter, famed by the entirety of his land. When he was one and a half score years of age the sage returned to him and asked, "What is the meaning of life?" The man responded, "The pursuit of adventure." The sage then said, "You are false. Make a new place for yourself in this world and I will return in one half score years."
The man then became a powerful general, bringing right to all wrongs in his land. When he was two score years of age the sage returned to him and said, "What is the meaning of life?" The man made a quick response, "To bring justice to the world." The sage replied, "You are false. Make a new place for yourself in this world and I will return in one whole score years."
The man became a wealthy lord, upholding a good name for his land. When he was three score years of age the sage returned to him and questioned once more, "What is the meaning of life?" The man stated haughtily, "To live with the utmost pride and dignity." The sage then said, "You are false. Make a new place for yourself in this world and I will return in two whole score years."
The man retired to a humble abode where he quietly spent the rest of his days pondering about life. When the man was five score years of age he fell ill to a violent fever. While upon his deathbed the man was visited by a hooded figure with torn, black robes. As the shadowy being raised its wretched head, a dark, thorn-covered, deathly mask came into view; the mask of the devil. The Angel of Death slowly lifted the mask from his deeply scarred face and, as he did, the man was dumbfounded, for the face was that of the sage. The horrid demon asked the man in an unforgiving, icy voice, "What is the meaning of life?" The man replied in a fearfull, crippled tone, "To live." A knife slipped into the devil's gloved hand. "My dear child, you are correct."

