What is the Purpose of all of this? Is there a Purpose? Is this a good question

[saif2]

I asked myself those questions

Why AM I here? What is the purpose of this? Is there even a Purpose? Why Do I assume that I exist? What is something beyond thought, emotions, and sense perceptions? There is Purity here. What about through History? What about evolution Am I evolving? Emerson said " History is an impertinence and an injury if it be anything more than a cheerful apologue of my being and becoming."

And then I realized the Purpose of the phenomenal world is not to become God realized or to become more conscious. The phenomenal world is just a manifestation of God's evolution.

 

 

[LastThursday]

I think I've said it before, my prescriptive answer is that there is no purpose to this in any way. It just is. 

Saying that it doesn't stop purpose from being the main thrust of living, you just understand that purpose is there as a motivator or a prop to feed your human needs. There is no right way to carry out the process of living, and you don't have to live with purpose.

But you're asking a more existential question. There is so much coherence to experience that it seems silly not to give it purpose. Experience seems "designed" and put together too well not to be purposeful. What is purpose though? It's goal oriented action. And I think that is where it falls apart. The more you examine this the more it's realised there is no end goal to it, it just carries on and on, there is no purpose to it.

@saif2 would you say that the purpose is then just for God to manifest itself?

[Hojo]

There is no purpose its a shaggy dog joke. The purpose is to stay alert and anticipate the punchline.

Edited 4 hours ago by Hojo

[Ziran]

2 hours ago, saif2 said:

Why AM I here?

 

Infinite is incomplete without you.

[Ziran]

47 minutes ago, Hojo said:

There is no purpose its a shaggy dog joke. The purpose is to stay alert and anticipate the punchline.

O Me! O Life!

By Walt Whitman - "Leaves of Grass" (1892)

Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?

                                       Answer.
                                       That you are here—that life exists and identity,
                                       That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.
 

 

[UnbornTao]

"What is purpose?" is your question.

[saif2]

@LastThursday yes it does seem to be the case. That was a deep question thanks for asking it.