Imagine God as an infinite void needing to be filled: there you have your purpose in life.
“In order to be happy,” said the armless man through a huge grin: “never reach for anything that’s beyond your grasp,” and he scratched his ear with the stump of what had once been a limb.
Aristotle’s universe of infinite boxes: imagine the inside of each box lined with mirrors.
God’s gift: that we were denied the sense of each infinite moment through which we pass.
When looking at it the object was pure enough, but it was quickly degenerated by each word that came to his mind and each of the associations created between them.
We lost our Garden of Eden when we started to describe it to ourselves.