Defining Purpose

The illusion of life - the sanskrit  maya - is discovered in the spinning and the non-spinning of the wheel of meaning. It is quite easy to be deeply entrenched in discovering one's purpose yet equally as easy to nihilate all purpose. Does the fruit suspending from the limb say, "Hmm...I wonder what my purpose is"? Is the fruit aware of itself in the way that I am aware of myself? This awareness is to my benefit for if I am unaware of myself, then I do nothing more than drift on through the course of life. Life plays itself out as a recurring book. Birth, Development, Familiarization with the world, Tragedy, Fear, Desire, Comedy, Love, Hate, Death. Roads develop and the earth gradually breaks through. Industries arise and new roads are routed. Everything has its beginning. Everything has its end. It all continuously moves on. Once an individual first realizes just how insignificant they are in the grand scheme of things, it isn't uncommon to take it upon themselves t