...And I started to think about it… What is the purpose of the life of the "She"? What is the purpose of her or maybe a friend of her, a pine tree, a weeping willow? Do they know it, ever?! I don't think so. I think a sunflower would never think about the purpose of her life. Or a pine tree, does he do that, every day, with each raise of the sun, or each shine of the moon, does he ask it from himself? I don't think so...