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“But in fact, isn’t that man’s very purpose on earth—to do things, change things, run things, make a better world?” “No!” “What is his purpose, then?” “I don’t know. Things don’t have purposes, as if the universe were a machine, where every part has a useful function.
The end justifies the means. But what if there never is an end? All we have is means.
He had grown up in a country run by politicians who sent the pilots to man the bombers to kill the babies to make the world safe for children to grow up in.
