Our purpose is to individuate. The older you get, the stranger you become, until eventually you realize that you will die alone, surrounded by people. You are the singularity which has no comparison; a lonely artwork. From blackness you began and into blackness you will return. But during those moments of growth, you embrace the struggle, trust the pain, and learn the hurt. It is what gives a tree knots, an old man warts, and a body a soul.