Forgive me, this post will be boring. In The words of Hilary Putnam: “If someone approaches us with a gleam in his eyes and says, "Don't you want to know the 'Truth'?", our reaction is generally to be pretty leery of this person. And the reason that we are leery (apart from the gleam in the eye) is precisely because someone's telling us that they want us to know the truth tells us really nothing as long as we have no idea what standards of rational acceptability the person adheres to: what they consider a rational way to pursue an inquiry, what their standards of objectivity are, when they consider it rational to terminate an inquiry, what grounds they will regard as providing good reason for accepting one verdict or another on whatever sort of question they may be interested in." So, with that in mind, I want to know what anyone thinks about purpose. I would say questions like, "Is there a point to life"; "Is there anything worth living for?" are used without a deeper consideration to what a human is comparative to his surroundings. I mean to say: What purpose does a cat have? or moss? or crackers? I suppose the crackers for eating, the moss for producing oxygen, and the cat to limit mouse populations. And for you and me? Probably a food source for a big cat or scavengers. No? Then I wonder what has removed us from such a limited idea as ecosystems. First and foremost I think imagination, which first started our reach for the stars, so to speak. So we escaped the grasslands, we are self aware, we found our humanity, but how have we led ourselves to lose our kinship to a rose. All the beautiful poetry in the world won't remove a rose from itself; it grows, flowers, pollinates, maybe supplies a bit of pollen to a hive of bees, wilts and dies, and something comes along to steals its carbon. We are deeply kin to every living organism on this earth in that we die. And what an idea! Being so similar to everyone might make me feel small but death is the great equalizer, as they say, I can't help but be a bit giddy about the idea that for all their achievements, worries, downfalls, love everyone will met me in the end as an equal. I feel I can meet my death climbing about all those fretful souls with a swagger I probably couldn't muster in life. After birth the next plausible step is death. Knowing this, I don't want a purpose. I don't believe life needs a point. I'll just bumble about life doing whatever the socks it is I do, happy things I hope, but if not, well... hardships seem so much more interesting when they don't scare me. Please criticize the hell out of me. What doesn't seem logical, because I can't see myself, I'm the same person. And any thoughts about purpose?