For eight straight hours I await for an inspired answer to ONE question. Of late, the fate of purpose lay in the hands of unfortunate confused minds. Minds that are ignorant of their own state talk less of the entire state they rule upon. The estate of existence that has been slated to be divine now bathes in the waters of ungodliness. The bait is constantly set by the foes of purpose whose aim is to bathe destinies in the blood of dereliction. Clueless youths gait about aimlessly at the gate of derangement. What pity!
I am still wondering and seeking answer to this question of purpose, of existence and of intent to which the answer gives life a focus of direction- a purpose.
WHO AM I?
This is a question to the answer of purposelessness and an answer to the end of futility.
Please who are you?