I love my kids dude. I love my kids more than I ever realised it's possible to love anything. They bring me so much joy I can't possibly describe it in words. Every day they learn something, some new trick or word. Every day I help them get that little bit closer to adulthood.

They love me absolutely, unquestioningly, and without any conditions. They honestly believe I'm the strongest, cleverest, funniest, best man on the planet. I see the world with new eyes- I notice every digger or truck, every plane or sports car. I can see the wonder in small things- ants, gravity, why the sun rises, why the tides go in and out. What is wind? What are stars? What is the moon? It goes on and on and on - they need to learn literally everything there is in the world and it is my job to make sure that they learn it.

Everything has meaning now I have children, because I am no longer the most important person in my life. My happiness is not my own to generate any more- what makes me happy is the happiness and progress of my little boy and girl, so my own trials and tribulations, petty boredoms and problems do not matter so much (or only matter inasmuch as they affect my ability to make the kids happy).

So yeah, dude. Kids. That's our basic function, that's my immortality, that's my purpose.