The purpose of existence.
We do not know the purpose of existence at this time. One becomes confused and fogged out if one tries to view the entire Universe simultaneously. There are unlimited numbers of Universes. Therefore there is an infinite number of everything. You and I both are infinite. We are anchored to the past and future, trying to discover the new Universe we live threw. Universes appear to start, go, then stop or die or go out to pasture, and We become the anchor point for others searching for the same thing. Why are we? Who are we? How come there is me? Life is one of the billions of movements at any moment. Death does not create an end but a new beginning. We only recall some of this because we only recall some at a time. Or life as we call it. Death by any means is continuing. When one falls for love, he becomes all of it. He is at his entire wondering and possibilities. Then one discovers the limits of the creation one is within. Something planted in the ground as a tree is limiting until