Bricks in the wall?

For writing.

And how about us? Why do we exist for?

Let's see: a pen's purpose is not in the pen itself. But somewhere out of it. In it's function. A pen which is no good for writing has no value at all.

But that way of thinking works only for utilitarian objects.

The thing is that it's mostly applied to everything. As if all there is were products.

My teacher, the same one who didn't know to each side the Earth spins, used to say that a cow exists to provide us with meat, leather and milk; and a hen, with feathers, meat and eggs; and a tree's purpose is to provide us with its shadow.

"But teacher, if that's the trees' purpose, why are they on the planet millions of years before us?"

A tree's purpose is within itself. It's not in something out of it. Not in an eventual function which might be attributed to it.

And so it is about the cow, the hen, the human beings, the Universe, the artwork (though some people think its purpose is decoration).

Feeling the owners of the planet, and reducing the other beings into slaves for our own benefit doesn't turn them into utilitarian objects. Though we treat them like that.

Or we would have to consider that black people, at the time of slavery, were, indeed, objects. But slavery did not have and could never have the power of denying them the condition of human beings.

However, Cartesian, occidental, capitalist, rational, utilitarian thought, the "left side of the brain", the mind (to Buddhism), whatever, insists in trying to reduce all into functional objects.

It actually convinces us that we are not people, but lawyers, physicians, dentists, teachers, parents, husbands, wives, sons, daughters. It forgets those are only roles we play in the society. It's not us. We are human beings. That's what we are.

Would you worth less than the others if you don't work or study? Of course not!! But for the utilitarian thought, it's not that obvious. For that, each one of us is "just another brick in the wall".

Never forget that your purpose, the meaning of your existence, as well as the tree's and the cow's, is within yourself, and not in an eventual function that might be attributed to you. Your purpose is to exist, simply.

Screw the utilitarian thought.

It only works in some very restrict fields, as a tool, to split the whole into pieces and to analyze those pieces.

It applies perfectly to a pen, but not to a human being.

Not to the world.