Bah! A shitty question asked by a pseudo intellectual.
Assuming the op was sincere in his question, one may be tempted to substitute a cup of coffee for life, and re-ask the question. If the cup of coffee will be soon all drank, what is the point of having the cup in the first place?
Swap in pecan pie, a racquetball game, a walk in the park, a kiss from your sweetheart, the sun on your face, the culmination of a plan at work, a dog's wagging tail when you come home.
Maybe life and the pursuit of its meaning is to be enjoyed, else what is the point?
Our dog Molly has this mastered. She has assigned herself the role of Defender of the House and all things Good and Pure. This is under the theory that every visitor to the house is hell bent on murdering everyone within, starting with the little white dog.
So of course any time someone walks in front of our house, she may not bark, but she will definitely clear her throat, 'erf' a few times and get the hair on her back standing on end a bit.
Um.. Uncle Daniel, a bunny looks at her?
Hey, we still have time, only just starting our descent into Ottawa. Do you suppose PM Harper felt a bit like Molly does when she is tormented by the bunny when this past week at the Trans Pacific Trade deal talks in Hawaii he learned that the U.S. had already brokered a secret deal with Japan to screw over Canada's automotive industry?