What's the point?

What's the point? Is this pointless? Are we getting to the point? And my point is...?

Well, my point is points. Why are we so compulsively obsessed with "the point"? Why does everything need a point? Why can't we just be? Sometimes we chase points like race dogs chase the mechanical wabbit. What if the presumed point isn't actually attainable? What if you can't know that until you get there?

Points aren't ends in themselves. They are guideposts along the way. Does lack of a sign make the trip not worth taking? I say no. It's perfectly fine to enjoy the scenery even if you are lost or technically between points. As a matter of fact, I believe that the most important time we spend is without a point. It's when we enjoy existence the most. It's when we can truly discover who the little green person that runs the control room in our brain is. It's when the Truth can be realized. So much important stuff can happen without "the point."

Okay. In summa, quit obsessing over points and start living for Rasputin's sake. Do you get the point? Good. I don't either. Ta ta.

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