There is no purpose. Imagine we're floating through this ether, oblivious to earth and sky. Imagine this utter absurdity, such that even rationality is a farce - a manifestation of our fear in the face of complete intellectual incoherence.
Imagine also, how this frees us. When we became conscious we stepped out of the prison of this world, and we became limitless.
This is existentialism.
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What sparked you to write this? You wrote an -ism...perhaps in protest to an earlier post?
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