These are the questions that make us human. I, all to frequently, feel like everyone around me is simply a machine for turning O2 into CO2. Reminds me of this

These are the questions that make us human. I, all to frequently, feel like everyone around me is simply a machine for turning O2 into CO2. Reminds me of this xkcd -- http://xkcd.com/610/ http://xkcd.com/610/ I believe that everyone can find their purpose (or purposes). Most people won't. I don't know why; perhaps it's easier? Maybe we should look to the Wizard of Oz -- Dorothy was purposeless, until she found one. If you interpret the story as an allegory, her trip down the yellow brick road was her search for purpose. It's even possible to say that the whole thing was in her mind, which made her adventure the manifestation of her confusion (chaos manifested in a tornado, nonetheless). General inaction might be "settling" for you, while it might be perfectly fine for another. That other person may be focused on having children and a family -- not necessarily a waste of their time. OTOH, I alternate between inaction and motivation on a weekly basis. So even an individual is not as consistent as you might assume. But I do see the world as something only consciously inhabited by about 1% of its inhabitants. No moral objection; the red pill isn't for everyone -- it can be scary down the rabbit hole.