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“Let this change you. Let this take hold in the very center of your soul. Write it on the walls of your heart. Let this emanate through every part of you, and trickle into every aspect of your life.
You were not designed to be merely a good person, but that through the experience of mortality you could embrace the divinity you were created with. I do not merely want you to get along with others, but for everyone to be one, and one in me. Not for my glory, but that the glory of godliness will exalt you to a higher plane of existence, beyond anything you've ever imagined.
Throw out weakness and fear; rid yourself of those spoiled garments. Adorn yourself with new garments, spotless and pure. Be reborn. Set your hand to the plow and look not back. Take that first step onto the water; do not fear the wind or the waves, for it is I your Lord and Savior who beckon you. Listen o listen to my voice, which is the voice of the Good Sheppard who calls you; for why should ye parish for naught?�
Parker, the bar has been set, for you and for I, and all the rest of humanity should we chose to accept the invitation,â€� Flavius concluded powerfully.”
― Michael Brent Jones, Dinner Party

“Purpose is how God controls the randomness of life. Without it, you’re just silver ball in the arcade game of life.”
― RJ Blizzard

“Context: Sidra, a sentient AI is talking:

All of you do this. Every organic sapien I’ve ever talked to, every book I’ve read, every piece of art I’ve studied—you are all desperate for purpose, even though you don’t have one. You’re animals, and animals don’t have a purpose. Animals just are.

There are a lot of intelligent, sentient—maybe—animals out there who don’t have a problem with that. They just go on breathing and mating and eating each other without a second thought. But animals like you—the ones who make tools and build cities and itch to explore—you all share a need for purpose, for reason.

That thinking worked well for you once, when you climbed down out of the trees or up out of the ocean. Knowing what things were for was what kept you alive. Fruit is for eating, fire is for warmth, water is for drinking. Then you made tools, which were for certain kinds of fruit, for making fire, cleaning water� Everything was for something, so obviously you had to be for something too, right?

All of your histories are the same in essence: they’re all stories of animals warring because you can’t agree on what you’re for or why you exist. And because you all think this way, when you built tools that think for themselves, we think the same way you do. You couldn’t make something that thought differently because you don’t know how. So I’m stuck in that loop, just as you are. I know that if I am a person, I have no purpose—and I’m starving for one.”
― Becky Chambers, A Closed and Common Orbit