Everyone is aware that life is parodic and that it lacks an interpretation.
Thus lead is the parody of gold. Air is the parody of water. The brain is the parody of the equator. Coitus is the parody of crime.
They can very well try to find each other; they will never find anything but parodic images, and they will fall asleep as empty as mirrors.
The sea continuously jerks off.
Nothing has meaning unless it be fiction.