Out of Emptiness

Out of emptiness comes this:
Purposes as incomprehensible and wonderful as these purposes
Either you had no purpose or the purpose is beyond the end

Because the timepiece not only serves a purpose, it is adapted to that
      purpose
Except it was a secret purpose
The world is a mental activity, a dream of souls, without foundation,
      purpose, weight or shape

People in collective idleness are even more repellent than when
      purpose motivates them
God, glass, my townspeople! For what purpose?
His purpose and mine is to catch photons and store them in our
      bones

Lately, as have you, I have thought about our war and its purpose
To have a season for every purpose, Ecclesiastes was right about
      that
Names of plants, languages of mammals, purposes of insects, placement of
      rocks

They purpose nothing but to multiply and die urgently beating east to
      sunrise and the sea
Having died, as such, I find I do not mind quiet living with the
      purpose of a cell
Stately purposes, valor in battle, glorious annals of army and fleet,
      death for the right cause

My friend who is counselor to kings and presidents doesn't lack purpose
To what purpose, April, do you return again?
Not to say there is no purpose necessarily, just I don't immediately
      get it

The purpose of sitting is not to be satisfied or satiated
Use of violence by the local militia for a limited purpose, protect the
      young from the janjaweed, the crop from the weed
The knight, the penitent misses last assessment of life's purpose,
      babbling for God to appear

I mean your entire purpose should be living, you must take living
      seriously.
Sleep with a purpose
Or lose all purpose beyond murder, child sex and food hoarding

Proof that there's a purpose set before the secret working mind
Having purposefully expunged from it every trace of emotion
What is relevant for our present purpose is counting is associated
      with primitive forms of writing

That is the purpose of poetry
The purpose of school is to introduce us to the world’s innumerable wonders
Their corners sharp, their lines exact, as if their purpose was to show the
      plane geometry of snow

That's when everything becomes clear, purpose v. purposelessness matters
      less.
Lonely physics, national purpose
This then is the purpose of purposelessness (and of eating less)!

Desperate for new fetuses to teach purposeful workmanlike killing, we will live
      with the question What was our purpose?
If we are not at home in the world, contributing purpose, we lose our desire to
      stay here�"and we die
The men who left the machine have started their own business, a new
      endeavor by which they will keep warm and purposeful

You go the way of an unknown soldier, unable to assess the purpose of the
      battle
Let Greece then know my purpose I retain, nor vex with new treaties my
      peace in vain
And shake the purpose of my soul no more

Author's Note

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