I am enjoying myself quite a bit more now that I am certain I am not an automaton- a machine- programmed for others’ purposes. The hens had purpose and enjoyed being hens. But, somehow I knew I had a purpose. But, I didn’t know what it was- neither was I free to pursuit it.

In another post, I discovered I needed to contribute to something meaningful to be happy. Other than – eat, sleep, work. SHOP. Repeat. A person needs to feel useful and to feel valued, says some guy named Kevin on YouTube.

The automaton I mentioned earlier is a precursor to our modern Ai machines, or digital ‘beings.’ Programmable. So, they look like human beings, and act like human beings. But….🤔

I am a fan of the Artificial character, Data, on Star Trek Next Generation. But, there are needs inside a human being (made of flesh and blood) that beings made in a lab do not possess.

In a post I removed I explored hostile feelings towards a person who betrayed me. So, human beings need justice.

Being in a matrix -like world where there are things designed to distract me, make use of me, or get my money has been distressing, demoralizing. How do I be a free person after being a cog in a machine? A nameless, faceless, (almost genderless) foot soldier in an existence that felt like a war.

What exactly was that war about? I don’t even know. I was not a fan of doing what I was told growing up. So, I made a good effort to play my part to save myself from being outcast. Human beings need justice. But, they also need food and a place to live.

I guess that’s my purpose today. Find some food. Real food, hopefully.