CIA AND THE PURPOSE OF LIFE

I was given the task of searching and tracking down the purpose of
life, it was to be funded by the tax payers money. I wondered why I
was chosen and I have only been in the CIA for a year and haven't
done much to prove myself worthy of such a task but my superiors
say that it was fate and luck that had chosen me. I never knew the
CIA played by fate and luck, I had no idea where to start thus
mission and I have not been given any information or interests to
help me with tracking down the purpose of life.
I decided first to meet up a religious scholar and has gone through
many religions and worshipped many gods. I do not want to give his
name but he was going through a religious crisis and was officially
confused. I decided to go to him because he has converted to many
religions and studied thier holy books and now being confused he
can tell me or set me on the right track to track down the purpose
of life.
His house was full of religious holy books and other religious
artefacts, he was in his 60s and he served me tea as we both stayed
silent. He had a cat and a dog the tv was on some guy talking about
Christianity and I thought at this time it would be the right time to
say "can you help me with the purpose of life?" and he looks at me
silently and tells me that he is going to take me somewhere. We
walk for about half an hour and I don't know where he is taking me
but eventually we get on top of a roof and looking down we could
see a synagogue, a mosque and a church and the man says "I loved
god all of my life and I had worshipped him but now I feel confused
so confused" he says and I reply "can religion help me track down
the purpose of life?"
He looks at me dead on and he says "you should ask the most
famous religious figure" and he touches my forehead. Everything
went blurry and I could hear shouting as it feels I am travelling or
even flying at a fast rate, then I find myself hanging on a cross next
to Jesus, I was so scared frightened as if my life was coming to an
end. I quickly ask Jesus nailed to the cross "what is the purpose of
life what is the purpose of life!" I shout and Jesus says nothing and I
wake up in a hospital bed, the doctor tells me I was found on the
ground and that I could go home. As I was walking through the
hospital, I spotted a dying ill man and I don't know why but I had to
sit next to him. This old man had no family or next of kin as he tells
me this and I feel so sorry fir him, watching him struggling for life

knowing one day it will be me in his place. I go home and take a

shower ready for the next day.
The next I visited a physicist and I will not give his name but the
physicist was a wacky mad scientist type of men. He was the sort of
person who seemed to have answers for everything and I hoped he
had answers for the purpose of life. The physicists house was
technological and he had a few cool gadgets and a geek at best, he
talked about the greatness physics and the beauty of the universe.
He went on and on about theories, dimensions, string theory and
other scientific facts and a pure atheist. He was also a proffessor for
a university and loved to talk down on religion, he believed in
supporting death to those who needed it. I needed to ask him but I
felt I had to wait and let him finish talking but I blurted it out in the
middle of his sentence talking about imaginary time "what is the
purpose of life?" I question him
The physicist didn't seem to like me asking him such a question as if
I was attacking his intelligence but I wasn't. He got up and faced
the wall and I was eager to know what he was going to say, "we are
so small, so small and not even worth a grain of sand in the grand
beauty of the universe" the physicist said to me and I was confused.
I replied with "what?" and the physicist smiling at me weirdly while
saying weird things like "we all think we are important" and "the
universe doesn't care about us" and he started throwing books on
the ground and it seemed that I had offended him at asking such a
question. I said louder this time "what is the purpose of life the
reason for everything" and the physicist shouted and touching my
forehead "ask the universe!"
As the physicist touched my forehead I seemed to have travelled
very fast and far into the universe. I had no space suit and I was
floating in the large scary spacious vacuum of space, I was confused
how I got here and how it was even possible. My head should have
bursted my senses should have been going crazy but I was just
floating and I said to myself while floating in space "where am I how
is this possible?" and a deep voice spoke out from somewhere in
space "it is me I am keeping you alive" it said to me and I started
screaming and shouting "who are you what are you?" and it replied
"pathetic creature your mind is too small to know me and I look
upon your weak kind and wonder how you all survived this long" the
voice said then laughing.
I was lost and the voice in space kept laughing at me and mocking
for being a pathetic unimportant human being and then I asked it, a
question. Floating in space completely lost I shouted "what is the
purpose of life?" and the voice in space or whatever it grew angry as

I had challenged its intelligence and shouted at me saying "you

pathetic thing, you dumb creature you think you are better than
me! I am a god compared to you" and the voice or creature of space
threw me of course and all of a sudden I found myself waking up on
a bench a little dirty and scruffy. Before I went home I visited the
old man who is nearly dying with no one else who knows him, i do
feel sorry for him and it reminds me of humanities mortality. I then
went home and I took a shower.
The next day I visited a place where painters, writers,
photographers and any other kind of artist in some other medium
go to. These people were in the middle compared to the confused
religious scholar and the physicist. As soon as I went to the place
which was just an open field and felt more like a festival I kept
shouting out loud "what is the purpose of life what is the purpose of
life?" and painters started painting on me and sculptures started
sculpting me but I didn't mind as I kept on asking the same
question "what is the purpose of life?" and the painter started
painting on my suit and a drawer started drawing me, I then
decided to stop asking the question and just let the artist people
finish thier art on me. After it all as I was drenched in colourful paint
I felt like seeing the old man who is nearly dying in hospital, I then
notice this time on his wrist has a tattoo written it saying 'i am a
philosopher' and at that moment the old man fully closes his eyes to
never reopen and I couldn't ask him what the purpose of life was.
As this mission had reached its deadline, my superiors asked me
what the purpose of life was and I replied "the purpose of life is not
to know the purpose of life.