The purpose of existence is pre-life, pre-human, pre-words, pre-language.
How flagrantly narcissistic are we to believe that primitive vocalizations emitted by vocal folds in our throats, could explain or express the purpose of the existence of the entire Universe?
Said purpose, if there even is one, existed eons before our species did and will exist long after our inevitable extinction.
We are intransigently obsessed with our place, our role in the Universe.
We view the entire Universe and it's long history through the lens of our species brief existence, how utterly laughable and self-obsessed!
In the only meaningful context, our existence is a trivial perturbation on a minute chunk of molten rock in just one of hundreds of billions of galaxies.
Oh, how our egos despise our utter irrelevance to the whole!
How small we are!
How hard it is to accept!
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For me, my purpose is purely arbitrary......to explore what it is to BE.........and to feel awe about That Which IS.:happy: