Meanings
(As in this means I have no life and none of the characters are mine. Yipee!)

Lex paced back and fourth, for some many years this had plagued him. Now as he paced like a wounded animal in cage, it struck him.

He'd done it. His perfect mathematical, philosophical brain waves had done it.

Clark was on his way over, he decide to seek some help on his chemistry paper. When he steeped through the double doors of his friend's library he was surprised to see Lex sitting like Buddha on the floor, as happy as a Cheshire cat.

Lex looked up at Clark and winked. Under his breath he said something non-coherent. Nothing mattered with his new found knowledge. "Yes young grasshopper, what is it?" He asked smoothly.

"Uh-huh, dude all I need is help on a chem. paper." Clark said sting in down in front of his friend.

"Yes, but do you know the meaning of life?" Lex said purring. He shut his eyes to focus on the answer.

Clark figured, what the hell, and broke all the light bulbs in the room, and lit all the candles with his laser vision. Lex was still focusing and didn't see it.

"You see young beetle, the forces show I am correct," Lex said making a sweeping gesture to all the candles in the room. He breathed deeply; the chocolate lemon scented candles were his favorite.

Clark sighed and decided to play along. "Okay, Lex what is the meaning life?"

After a long pause the billionaire replied.

"53."

And to the young farm boy decked in flannel it all made sense, everything was right in the right in the world.

END