It is to the advantage of the faithful to destroy all that which evil, so that which is good may flourish.
We must find in ourselves the meaning of our existence if we are to believe that we are here for a purpose other than to breath, eat, sleep, and consume the resources of this planet. The irony here, of course, is that we humans could have a purpose which is defined by the search for the definition of the purpose itself. This sounds like an infinite loop - a dismal vortex of repeated, insane-thought-provoking patterns. The purpose of the author writing these words today is to explain that this is not the case. Life is an action, a verb if you will, rather than an object, or noun. We experience life rather than simply possess it. It is this experience - both the good and the bad - that creates in us a sense of purpose. When one fails, one must learn.When one succeeds, one must rejoice. In either case, we continue down the path of life searching for our purpose. The path may be curved, twisted with entanglements and blockades that hinder all but the most nimble of minds and bodies. This is the process. This is the way. The weakest and most insane man is the one who has been given all, yet has given nothing. The purpose for pain is so that you understand and appreciate joy. One may go so far as to define one’s success simply by compounding the number and severity of the failures they have overcome.

