Are we, as humans, here for a distinct purpose? Do we each have our own purpose? It's something that's been eating at me recently. I have a theory, but it's a bit long and i'll post it later.
Lately I've been thinking about this subject a lot. Thinking, reflecting, and meditating on a lifetime of challenges, struggles, and triumphs. I've come to the conclusion that my true purpose is to give rep points to everyone who posts on this thread.
Death is the only purpose any of us will serve equally well. Everything before then merely leads up to our eventual demise. And the vast majority of us will be long forgotten within a generation, if not sooner.
On the bright side, we did live, after all, regardless of our paltry contributions to mankind, so that's saying something...
Nope.Are we, as humans, here for a distinct purpose?
Nope.Do we each have our own purpose?
It's like this: Here follows the 'Drunk' theory of creation.
We don't have any purpose, so we might as well enjoy ourselves.
Assuming that humans have a purpose is to assume that homo sapiens sapiens is the arch triumph of evolution/Creationism. Which we aren't. We're just a baldy sideline of monkeys. Or something.
The only purpose we have in life, for sanity's sake, is to create elaborate illusions to give false meaning to our existence (having success, procreating, getting published, etc.) These delusions help us to cope with the realization that we mean nothing and keep us from going mad at every turn of thought that takes us beyond our carefully constructed selves.
I've already gone mad, which is the best escape possible, other than dying, and that will happen soon enough....And why do you assume that other people would go mad at the thought that they mean nothing, if you don't?