We live this life for the time we live it, doing good, doing nothing, doing bad, etc., as we most best prefer. We are called into being by some voice that wakes us up from the usual nothingness of universe, and we do live here and we do belong here for this time, and at the end of our time, we don't go anywhere else, we just go into the usual nothingness of universe; but before that natural consequence of being by nature mortal, sometimes we see or hear the face or voice that called us into being. What the job of life is, well, no one knows...because it isn't a job at all...but I do know that face, and I do know that voice, and I do love the music of being, and I do know the meaning of being.
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