September 28 2015, 05:49

I’m reprinting this because it’s correct

=Purpose=

When a person is fully prepared to enter this world, the Lord God comes to him with a huge fur hat in his hands. “Pull,” says the Lord God, and the man pulls out a slip of paper with his Purpose. And so he enters the world, opens his hand — but there’s no paper, it stayed inside the hat. He didn’t manage to read it. For a while, the man still hopes the piece of paper with the purpose might fall out from his hat and follows it everywhere, but no, nothing like that happens. So, the man has to think with his own round head with ears, that’s why he was made a man and not a six-legged piece of crap. What about the six-legged crap? — its Purpose is sewn up tight, like a washing program for colored laundry in a washing machine. But a man has to figure it all out by himself, everything by himself.

So, he struggles, the poor guy. It’s good if his Purpose is simple — to have a son, plant a tree and all that. Or suppose, get pertussis in infancy and die. But what if he’s supposed to hack an old woman to death with an axe in the hay market so that another person could write a novel about it? And what if it wasn’t prescribed, but he did it?

Actually, discovering one’s Purpose is not too difficult: if a person does something just for the sake of it, not for money and generally nobody fucking needs it, then it means that this is precisely his Purpose. Another matter is that there are people who won’t do anything at all just for the sake of it, it’s of course harder for them.

Unlike other activities, fulfilling one’s Purpose is different in that there’s no reward for its execution promised on Earth, the reward will come later, after Death, or perhaps not at all, that’s not the point. But to perform his Purpose, a man needs to eat, to live somehow, so he engages in various boring bullshit, for which the reward is indeed provided right now or at the latest on Monday. But even this turns out poorly for men because, here he is engaging in boring bullshit, and suddenly feels that it’s time to fulfill the Purpose. In this case, he must immediately drop everything, tell everyone to fuck off, turn off his phone and fulfill it. Because this is the only reason why he is here, there are no others and there won’t be any.

And people bang on the door, tear up the phone, scream, bang on it on the desk with a fist and don’t give him any money. Because they themselves fulfill their own Purpose poorly, somehow — they have families, children, matters, a mean mother-in-law, work, little time. And if they see someone who fulfills his Purpose well, they immediately feel jealous. Because they know very well what happens to a person who did not fulfill his Purpose. Or they guess.

People die only in two cases: when they have already fulfilled their Purpose or when the Cosmos realizes that they do not intend to fulfill it. The Cosmos, you can’t deceive it.