In many a times, for each and every action we do, someone
asks why was it done and what is the purpose. Sometimes we do something for
sake of doing and not for purpose. Sometimes, if we try to rationalize and invent a purpose of the
action we do, it just belittles the whole thing.
A mother cares her kid- what
is the purpose? Does she love her child because the child would grow and later
would take care of her? Wouldn't it belittle the whole thing?
Rain showers-What is the
purpose? Does the rain intelligently think of cooling the overheated place? Or does
it discover the water scarcity in a place and showers?
Flower blossoms- what is the
purpose? Does it bloom to give beauty? Does it bloom to give fragrance?
A dog wags its tail upon its
master- what is the purpose? Does it knows that the master is a 'master'? Does it
wags so the ‘master’ would feed?
A child makes a paper flower
and gifts to mother-what is the purpose? So that the mother would feed he next
time? Or the mother would use it?
A lover gets bunch of flowers
to his love? What is the purpose? To show that he has money? Or that the lover
would show it to other that her love got her the flowers? Or just so that others would envy it?
NO. Not everything in this world has a purpose. Perhaps, may be, but inventing a reason would just belittle the whole thing. Few things done are just done no reasons attached, no strings attached. It gets done for it is designed to be done.
Inventing a reason and attempting to justify the purpose just belittle the whole thing as then the reason is debatable. There are something that one could not ask what is the purpose and one cannot invent a reason why it is done.
Inventing a reason and attempting to justify the purpose just belittle the whole thing as then the reason is debatable. There are something that one could not ask what is the purpose and one cannot invent a reason why it is done.
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Kurt Vonnegut in his Cat's Cradle narrates:
“In the beginning, God created the earth, and
he looked upon it in his cosmic loneliness.
And God said, "Let Us
make living creatures out of mud, so the mud can see what We have done."
And God created every living creature that now moveth, and one was man. Mud as
man alone could speak. God leaned close to mud as man sat, looked around, and
spoke. "What is the purpose of all this?" he asked politely.
"Everything must have a
purpose?" asked God.
"Certainly," said
man.
"Then I leave it to you
to think of one for all this," said God.
And He went away.”
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