A Question with no Answer.

People are fickle, like the wind,

You never know what they'll blow

I wonder what is purpose? Is anything we do really on purpose? Or is everything just a series of accidents? People seem to crave purpose, they will do drastic things to find it and yet, do we really need purpose? Many wondrous things are without purpose. A flower's colours, a butterfly's markings, the way dew crystallizes on the silken strands of a spider's web. People will try and explain to me "Oh the flowers bright colours purpose is to attract bees so they will pollinate" or "The markings are designed to scare off predators." but when they do explain their purpose and i am "enlightened" suddenly the petals become dull and lifeless and the markings are boring, their beauty tainted. To tell the truth I would rather not know their purpose. Label me ignorant and un-enlightened if you wish but I would rather wonder. Half the fun in life is guessing. When I read a novel or go to see a movie I hate it when people spoil the end for me, its such a killjoy. Once you know the punchline of a joke its not so funny anymore is it? People seem to think knowledge is a wonderful thing, it ain't. It a sick joke with a cruel twist that laughs and spits in your face. Its like a drug, the more you have the more fucked up you become. Its more a duty to become knowledgeable. And i thank those willing to take that duty unto themselves because we'd all be frigging backward shit heads and many inventions wouldn't ever have been invented if they hadn't. But in the same don't try and force it on the rest of us, let us revel in our wonder. Let us rejoice in the mysteries of life, let us be astounded and enraptured by the simplest of things like children, ignorance is truly bliss.

Things needn't have purpose to be deemed important. After all the purpose of a question is to find an answer, but is a question with no answer unimportant? No i find they are the most important. So then what indeed is purpose? My friendsit is a question with no answer.