“Four years ago I had a weird dream: I was in a foreign place, waiting in line for my turn to meet the "oracle" that knew the meaning of life.
When it was finally my turn for a one on one with this person, I asked: "What is my purpose in this life?"The oracle didn't say a word. He/she just put their hands together, forming a "bowl".That was it. Returning from my "consultation" I felt silly that I had waited in line for hours, just to receive that ridiculous gesture that didn't mean anything to me.
But when I woke up, I felt this overwhelming sense of understanding: that oracle did reply to my question! Putting my hands together with the intention of creating something that only exists inside of me IS the meaning of my life.”
