Obsession with purpose

As a criminally guilty member of this party, us humans are obsessed with purpose. From menial to mortal matters: What is the purpose of my existence; or the purpose of this single word in this useless email?

I must know!. What are the reasons for my pain; pleasure? What is the purpose of this purpose?

What instead is the purpose of having purpose? It may trivially define itself but that should speak to its obvious limits.

So then this may be reason enough to sacrifice moments ignoring, mocking, or prempting purpose in the hopes of finding it, then simply waiting for it. Perhaps this lack of purpose could be more productive than having one.

So purpose may well be superfluous and thus it matters not, how your rocks get off. So get them off all the same.