Still, my attention drifted back to the book, seemingly out of place in the messy, but strictly work, office. I’m a sucker for a catchy title, so I asked him about it. He told me that the book was a true story about a neurosurgeon diagnosed with cancer and his quest for trying to understand what makes human life meaningful. My colleague said that he kept it out on his desk when times were busy at work to remind him of what was truly important, nodding to the only other non-work item in his office, a picture framed of his two young girls.
In an early scene, the author talks about choosing a summer job at a camp in the Eldorado National Forest over an internship at the Yerkes Primate Research Center. In defense of his decision, he wrote that he could either study the possible origin of human meaning, or he could experience human meaning for himself.