The purpose of existence.

 We do not know the purpose of existence at this time. If one tries to view the entire Universe at once, one becomes confused and fogged out. There are unlimited numbers of Universes. Therefore there is an infinite number of everything. You and I both are infinite. We are anchored to the past and future, trying to discover the new Universe we live threw. Universes appear to start, go, then stop or die or go out to pasture, and We become the anchor point for others searching for the same thing. Why are we? Who are we? How come there is me? Life is one of the billions of movements at any moment. Death does not create an end but a new beginning. We only recall some of this because we do not recall all at once. Or life as we call it. Death by any means is continuing.

When one falls for love, he becomes all of it. He is at his entire wondering and possibilities. Then one discovers the limits of the creation one is within. Something being planted in the ground as a tree is limiting until one realizes the feeling of blowing in the wind. Existence is everything and then some. No one is lost or insane. It could be off your channel dial. The reason for existence is a much broader search than existence itself. What is known is a teacup full of reasoning. We are so we can be. We are so we can understand, and we know so we can grow. We grow because we are in Constance go. When we stop, we get orders for a new direction as a being of some kind or live rock. Without a rock, you have no mountain. Without a clock no time. Without light know mind.

All life has a purpose. Everything is as it should/could be. Death brings a collapse of what's been built on it. A family crumbles, a wife a widow, a child day less. Daddy, whoever gets a reset and a new go-to, go on. Heaven, as known, is just a resting place while waiting on new orders. There is more unseen than seen. A reason for your existence may never become known to you in any lifetime. If you think you got it hard, try being a rock for a few million years. Or a drop of water in the middle of an ocean. Yet each is in a go pattern. The patterns get smaller and more prominent at the same time. Even a rock can grow moss, be rained on, or be used as a tool by a beast of wonder. There is more action going on, more beings and support groups of things in one body than in a Galaxy. Everything is simply smaller or larger, yet the same. Want to discover this Universe and get a new level of medicine in the Q? That would require a higher level of education and a better generation of children's minds. Our future is not our past but a continuation of the same. When we reach an end, we forget to start a new beginning. Life becomes stale. Others become odd, and the ground we walk on is uncertain. Trust is throughout the window as if others have no might. They do.

Look at the eyes of a newborn watching its mom or dad. It is heaven in the present tense. Time is felt by a feeler, not seen, although it is a predictor of the present. He looks older. He seems wise; he looks untrustworthy. The world as we know it is about to move forward in a new Industrial revolution. When One predicted the last industrial revolution, one could not say I incision a car, train, or rocket fuel. Each brought forth millions of other changes, from the traffic cop to the gas tank cap. But it is going to happen. We must allow this to come about because of our children and their children. We must stop focusing on the past crop of old ways and move once again forward. I see much heather and happier future for humankind as he realizes he is a bigger whole.

We are all in this together. That crying child is the next Einstein and Ford. The followings are John Wayne and W.C. Fields. That teacher in front of your child could have been a brain surgeon saving a few lives a year. Instead, she is molding far more essential resources for all our futures. Yes, we have sickness, abuse, hate, and deception. Let's talk about something other than the government here and now. It needs a serious reboot. This reboot will take time. We need a grand cake baker. An artist and a group of timekeepers. Where do we go from here, Up and out? All of us. Is there a God? They're everywhere.