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But in fact, isn't that man's very purpose on earth - to do things, change things, run things, make a better world?
No!
What is his purpose, then?
Things don't have purposes, as if the universe were a machine, where every part has a useful function. What's the function of a galaxy? I don't know if our life has a purpose and I don't see that it matters. What does matter is that we're a part. Like a thread in a cloth or a grass-blade in a field. It is and we are. What we do is like wind blowing on the grass. (en) |
