Purpose (n.) is a pre-eminently human trait, so saying the world has none only says that the world is not human.
Purpose (n.) makes life behave like language, always pointing past itself — so a life lived for a purpose is "beside itself," insane, and as empty as mere words.
Purpose (n.) is a trap I cannot step out of: I must purpose — I might almost say I am purpose.
Purpose (n.) is the thing life must be seen to lack before it can feel meaningful at all.
Purpose (n.) cannot be given up on purpose — and Herrigel's archery master had never been asked how, answering only: keep trying blindly, for five years.
Purpose (n.) has nowhere to stand in the wordless state where there is neither past nor future.