Why Because the narrative of survival has only one voice. And that voice will be eventually drowned out by the hurricane of inevitability.
My porpoise I do not know about purpose. But I do HAVE a porpoise. It swims around the tides and pushes waves with its musical tounge. It strives to convert me to the boundless frontier of the sea. I am its purpose. It is my Porpoise. I call it Irving.