What if Life and Death are really two best friends just playing around our lives and giving us the gift of consciousness? And humans just have this bias towards Life because Life gives these sweet brownies called careers, responsibilities, money, family, or 7 am classes that fool us by saying there is more to Life but the ultimate truth is it doesn’t matter because everything comes and goes. That our consciousness is but a fraction of an intimate timeline of living and dying and then living and dying just like everything else that has the same gift. And then in the end we meet Death and she tells us it’s time to give the gift back and then we just say, “oh, okay”
So, what is the purpose? Is there a purpose? Is the word purpose even real or is it just an idea created by humans so that we would think we’re special enough to even believe that there is one?