"It's kinda thought of as you being aware of who or what you are, since it's also thought that conscious is primary and matter secondary, but it's hard to say. Purpose isn't what purpose means to all of the world, in fact, the goal is to eliminate purpose as a pursuit. To minimalize. It's even believed that purpose is as simple as existence--my purpose today was to tell you my idea about purpose--It changes. Adapts. I have a few books you could borrow if you're interested. I'd need a few Americanos before all my knowledge really gets a'flyin' at you."
Vince flipped his phone over again having felt the faintest hint of a vibration, indicative of a text or voice mail, but, funny enough, it was only a ghostly reminder that he'd far too long been acquainted with receiving both those alerts. It was a phantom flicker of his psyche--like a lost limb, it twitched--and as if by cue, nothing was there for him to read. He thought it was amusing, and grinned that broad, vivid grin, thinking that the apparition of a follied beat was just in time for their supernatural conversation.
"Life's a funeral anyway. One big funeral. We just get attached to the company."