Some there are who cannot live without purpose, a goal, an aim, an overarching objective to which their whole lives are devoted, be it holiness, Jihad, the Revolution, science, or the greatest good of the greatest number.
A reason to live (a widely recognized, if not approved, reason to live?) that lends unity and meaning to all they do.
Even if only the most single-minded pursuit of self-interest, fame, wealth, power, or pleasure.
But then there are those who take life as they find it, the flâneurs of existence who pursue now one thing, now another, what needs doing at the time or seems interesting for the moment, with no unifying project, whose lives have no theme.
We live without purpose and die without meaning.
A life according to nature.
The majority of mankind are not existential flaneurs.
They are too conventional for that.
The majority of mankind are not existential flaneurs.
They are too conventional for that.
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