.C.I.A. and the purpose of life

A .C.I.A. agent has been given the impossible task of tracking down the purpose of life

I was given the task of searching and tracking down the purpose of life, it was to be funded by the tax payer’s money. I wondered why I was chosen and I have only been in the CIA for a year and haven't done much to prove myself worthy of such a task but my superiors say that it was fate and luck that had chosen me. I never knew the CIA played by fate and luck, I had no idea where to start thus mission and I have not been given any information or interests to help me with tracking down the purpose of life.

 

I decided first to meet up a religious scholar and has gone through many religions and worshipped many gods. I do not want to give his name but he was going through a religious crisis and was officially confused. I decided to go to him because he has converted to many religions and studied their holy books and now being confused he can tell me or set me on the right track to track down the purpose of life.

 

His house was full of religious holy books and other religious artefacts, he was in his 60s and he served me tea as we both stayed silent. He had a cat and a dog the tv was on some guy talking about Christianity and I thought at this time it would be the right time to say "can you help me with the purpose of life?" and he looks at me silently and tells me that he is going to take me somewhere. We walk for about half an hour and I don't know where he is taking me but eventually we get on top of a roof and looking down we could see a synagogue, a mosque and a church and the man says "I loved god all of my life and I had worshipped him but now I feel confused so confused" he says and I reply "can religion help me track down the purpose of life?"

 

He looks at me dead on and he says "you should ask the most famous religious figure" and he touches my forehead. Everything went blurry and I could hear shouting as it feels I am travelling or even flying at a fast rate, then I find myself hanging on a cross next to Jesus, I was so scared frightened as if my life was coming to an end. I quickly ask Jesus nailed to the cross "what is the purpose of life what is the purpose of life!" I shout and Jesus says nothing and I wake up in a hospital bed, the doctor tells me I was found on the ground and that I could go home. As I was walking through the hospital, I spotted a dying ill man and I don't know why but I had to sit next to him. This old man had no family or next of kin as he tells me this and I feel so sorry for him, watching him struggling for life knowing one day it will be me in his place. I go home and take a shower ready for the next day.

 

The next person I visited was a physicist and I will not give his name but the physicist was a wacky mad scientist type of men. He was the sort of person who seemed to have answers for everything and I hoped he had answers for the purpose of life. The physicist’s house was technological and he had a few cool gadgets and a geek at best, he talked about the greatness physics and the beauty of the universe. He went on and on about theories, dimensions, string theory and other scientific facts and a pure atheist. He was also a professor for a university and loved to talk down on religion, he believed in supporting death to those who needed it. I needed to ask him but I felt I had to wait and let him finish talking but I blurted it out in the middle of his sentence talking about imaginary time "what is the purpose of life?" I question him

 

The physicist didn't seem to like me asking him such a question as if I was attacking his intelligence but I wasn't. He got up and faced the wall and I was eager to know what he was going to say, "We are so small, so small and not even worth a grain of sand in the grand beauty of the universe" the physicist said to me and I was confused. I replied with "what?" and the physicist smiling at me weirdly while saying weird things like "we all think we are important" and "the universe doesn't care about us" and he started throwing books on the ground and it seemed that I had offended him at asking such a question. I said louder this time "what is the purpose of life the reason for everything" and the physicist shouted and touching my forehead "ask the universe!"

 

As the physicist touched my forehead I seemed to have travelled very fast and far into the universe. I had no space suit and I was floating in the large scary spacious vacuum of space, I was confused how I got here and how it was even possible. My head should have busted my senses should have been going crazy but I was just floating and I said to myself while floating in space "where am I how is this possible?" and a deep voice spoke out from somewhere in space "it is me I am keeping you alive" it said to me and I started screaming and shouting "who are you what are you?" and it replied "pathetic creature your mind is too small to know me and I look upon your weak kind and wonder how you all survived this long" the voice said then laughing.

 

I was lost and the voice in space kept laughing at me and mocking for being a pathetic unimportant human being and then I asked it, a question. Floating in space completely lost I shouted "what is the purpose of life?" and the voice in space or whatever it grew angry as I had challenged its intelligence and shouted at me saying "you pathetic thing, you dumb creature you think you are better than me! I am a god compared to you" and the voice or creature of space threw me of course and all of a sudden I found myself waking up on a bench a little dirty and scruffy. Before I went home I visited the old man who is nearly dying with no one else who knows him, I do feel sorry for him and it reminds me of humanities mortality. I then went home and I took a shower.

 

The next day I visited a place where painters, writers, photographers and any other kind of artist in some other medium go to. These people were in the middle compared to the confused religious scholar and the physicist. As soon as I went to the place which was just an open field and felt more like a festival I kept shouting out loud "what is the purpose of life what is the purpose of life?" and painters started painting on me and sculptures started sculpting me but I didn't mind as I kept on asking the same question "what is the purpose of life?" and the painter started painting on my suit and a drawer started drawing me, I then decided to stop asking the question and just let the artist people finish their art on me. After it all as I was drenched in colourful paint I felt like seeing the old man who is nearly dying in hospital, I then notice this time on his wrist has a tattoo written it saying 'I am a philosopher' and at that moment the old man fully closes his eyes to never reopen and I couldn't ask him what the purpose of life was.

 

As this mission had reached its deadline, my superiors asked me what the purpose of life was and I replied "the purpose of life is not to know the purpose of life”.