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Wherefore 
 
There are a question philosophers and goat herders
has in common with the rest of us the modest multitude
the query is, what is the purpose of our life
from a single sperm cell to fighting it way survival and life
and we ask for what purpose?
We know the outer shell of what we are is based on 
the environment we live in, such as education. friends 
we meet and dreams.
But the question remains, why are we survivors and what
is the purpose of life that often changes unplanned by us.
The cynical among us have an easy answer,
but they cannot tell you why they become suspicious and
why Adolf became Hitler. 
The nearest answer I can think of that life is a prelude 
to a new existence an astral life form free of ego, and ownership 
will not be asked, we are free truly 
liberated of the life that weighed us down on earth.
God is not in this picture, an abstraction we give thanks to when a war ends
and pray to during a new war which is like wildfire 
there are always conflicts that are not planned but just happen
on life on our planet. 
Humanity is like a lost child in an amusement park, the colours 
of the blinking light are a warning, and outside the park it is dark we look for guidance but cannot find the answer.

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