But I can't see any plausible purpose to existence; doubly troubling when you start to consider what that may or may not be. I am very materialistic, I find simple pleasure in looking at molecules on wikipeadia that make up various dugs we take for depression, asthma, or whatever. When someone gets 'cured' or relieved of symptoms then it could be seen as a miracle, when in fact it is not. It is just processes in the body that use and manipulate a particular compound, which results in side-effects, one or more of these side-effects may be beneficial thus causing possible remission. It's like a tiny jigsaw puzzle and certain drugs fit neatly into receptors, or enzymes that could in turn stimulate the endocrine, or the immune system into action as particular examples. I remember when I was about 10, I couldn't fathom out how headache pills worked; it seemed quite wonderous that putting tablets in your stomach could stop a pain the head. Yet later on I realised all that happens is stomach enzymes break the pill down and the active ingrediant enters the blood stream, etc. The next step would be working out how this all works at a deeper level to cancel out the supposed 'miracle' of the preceeding occurance. This is why drugs get better over the years because people have gathered a better understanding of organisms.
What I am trying to say is that the more we look at things and try to figure out how they work, instead of finding something mystical in it as way of explanation, the actual truth becomes increasingly more beautiful. Therefore there is no need for a purpose; or maybe it is just being priviledged enough to live on Earth for 70 odd years, reproduce, and pass on information. And by priviledged I don't mean chosen in some way for a purpose but randomly selected by the forces of nature.
