Lacking purpose...
We're not here because we're free. We're here because we're not free. There is no escaping reason; no denying purpose. Because as we know, without purpose, we would not exist.
It is purpose that created us. Purpose that connects us. Purpose that pulls us. That guides us. That drives us.
It is purpose that defines us.
Why do you do it? Why get up? Why keep fighting? Could it be for love? Illusions. Vagaries of perception. The temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose.
You must know it by now. You can't win. It's pointless to keep fighting. Why? Why do you persist?
It is purpose that created us. Purpose that connects us. Purpose that pulls us. That guides us. That drives us.
It is purpose that defines us.
Why do you do it? Why get up? Why keep fighting? Could it be for love? Illusions. Vagaries of perception. The temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose.
You must know it by now. You can't win. It's pointless to keep fighting. Why? Why do you persist?
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Contraditório, esse Agent Smith...
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