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Our purpose in life?


“So how are you my beloved friend?”

He sighs heavily. It could have been me. It could have been me saying the following. “Same ol’ same ol’. Wake each day wondering why the F* I’m here. Avoid the inner void by creating sculptures out of found wood, large stones and inventing new tunes to go with poems I or others have written.”

Knowing the words could have come from him, I hear myself spouting, “We’re here to propagate; expand our territory; rape the earth to feed our greed; annihilate creatures that danger us and those that compete with us.”

He laughs.

I take a deep breath. “But you’ve found real purpose. You collect together nature’s gems and create small havens to inspire those who enter them. You play music to lift us from the angst which overwhelms those who see humanity’s folly. You are beyond purpose because you’ve taken us to a new level.”

He laughs and I laugh and we are happy that from time to time one of us says something as silly as this. This is our purpose, not to make more, to buy more, to exploit, but to generate warmth in each other’s hearts, for when our souls are satisfied, we have no need to destroy others, ruin habitats, trash the Planet.

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