I think I did a thousand little, unrelated things that accomplished about a thousand insignificant purposes. Now I am exhausted and have little to show for it or explain what happened. It is over now and the best part seems only the pillow that awaits.
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Such is life much of the time.
Though you can't explain, does that mean God is less pleased with you today? I think not.
I am beginning to question a little the importance that we attribute to purpose. It seems like utilitarianism dressed up in Sunday clothes.
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