Is There A Purpose?
You can form a pot from clay
and humankind is formed from the dust of the ground
"From dust you came, and to dust you shall return"
You may try to capture the multiplexity of Creation in a piece of art
yet not see the whole picture
You may sail around the globe
yet fail to find yourself
Sacrifice everything
yet nothing win
You can share your bread
and find a friend
Write a novel playing God
yet go astray yourself
A physicist may understand the atoms' secret life
yet fail to understand his wife
You can have it all
yet nothing at all
You can be poor
yet be rich
Is there any purpose in the vanity of it all?
That is the question at heart
Yet, God is in the midst of it all