Purpose?

I looked at the morning Sun.
Covered my eyes with hands, until my pupils adjusted.
A burning Ball, was all I could see.
Is it fusion or somebody's cry for help?
I saw its sorrow. It's burning! How can you not see?
Isn't that sad?
But it's not permanent.
Now, isn't that good?

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In the end, when there is no Sun, it’s stable. ONE with emptiness. In vast space of emptiness, which is ‘nothing’ IS everything. Because everything that’s there IS nothing itself.

Is it imagination of someone? Are we just creatures in someone’s thought? Is our reality, actually someone’s dream? a nightmare, perhaps?

Is it a big-bang or collision of two strings?

Now, I look at the ground. It's red, it's gray and at some places it's green.
A little flower, an ant, dry leaf and some fog. And a tiny stone with his family.
I asked, 'What are you?'.
What you expect from a stone?
Nothing. 'Nothing'. "Nothing".

Well, philosophically, that’s an answer. But isn’t ‘answer’ supposed to come from intelligence? But.. I think the stone is a just idiot, 0 level intelligence creation of the environment. But then so am I. Or is there anything such as ‘intelligence’? What is intelligence?

Everything knows it’s own “stuff”. Electron ‘knows’ to revolve around the nucleus in an atom. Silicon remembers its crystal structure. The plant knows photosynthesis. “I am” nothing-but the combination of the same atoms in a specific way. Every atom in my body combined their limited(so we say) intelligence to make my intelligence, collectively. Which is — again — very limited. And I identified myself with that(limited) intelligence(?).

And I have the audacity to ask the stone, ‘What are you?’, as if, I already knew myself.

Stone didn’t even care to laugh at my ignorance. All this happened in a fraction of a second.

It wasn't echo, I am sure, but I heard, 'What are you?'
I don't know what to say.
Wait, am I a stone now? I don't see a difference!
A stone is a stone because it does the functionality of a stone.
I am a human because I do the functionality of the human.
Other than that, how am I any different from a stone?

If I may say to myself, I have a purpose. I am unknowingly working to stabilize this universe. Yes. I am reducing the entropy of this universe, just by living.

I cannot be nothing, because nothing cannot do anything. Source of what I call me cannot be nothing because I am something, though not sure what, I am something. But I can be ‘no-thing’, no-thing is a thing that is not a thing that we can perceive. By being ‘no-thing’, I can become everything just like Sun becomes the source of life/everything by being no-thing on the surface of the earth.

There is no purpose of life. Life is just a play of atoms, molecules and cells. Purpose is something we humans invented to make our life meaningful. But meaning is also something we invented to make our life purposeful. It’s circular. Stop searching for purpose. Just be. Be no-thing. Become everything. Be happy.

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