Purpose (n.) is a pale image sketched in consciousness beforehand that serves to orient us concerning events, even as a symptom of events. It is in no way their cause.
Purpose (n.) is to be discovered in one in the merging of all one has experienced, trials, errors, faults, deceptions, passions, one's love and one's hope.
Purpose (n.) is everything. He who has a why to live can bear almost any how.
Purpose (n.) is a concept we invented; in reality purpose is altogether lacking.
Purpose (n.) is denied by man's arrogance wherever he sees none.
Purpose (n.) is not the driving force but a match beside a ton of powder: we mistake the helmsman for the steam — and sometimes the ship has no helmsman at all.
Purpose (n.) is only a sign that a will to power has mastered something weaker and stamped it with a function; the eye was not made for seeing, nor punishment for punishing.
Purpose (n.) is like the sun's heat: the huge mass is wasted, and a part barely worth considering gets to have 'purpose' and 'meaning'.
Purpose (n.) never causes an action; it may be a pale sign-image anticipated in consciousness — a symptom of what happens, not its cause.