Leftovers
Does anyone really aspire to do anything with their finite existence?
Or is it all merely the compulsion of the inherent nature-nurture?
Nothing more than the destined momentum of the given patterning.
An inescapable reverie playing out the delusion of meaning and purpose.
An inexplicable quantum cosmos, ticking away with neither rhyme nor reason.
Soundbites
A sloth has more meaning and purpose than a philosopher.
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Meaning and purpose are the source of all human vanity, all human delusion.
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Meaning and purpose are the harbingers of bother.