Purpose or intent?

Some time ago, I was carrying a piece of a cake I had baked, in order to offer it to neighbours I like very much. On my way, I passed acquaintances, and I offered to share some of the remainder with them. The answer was: "No. Thank you. What is the purpose of cake? One must do things with purpose. Eating cake has no purpose." And that was no joke, no play. That was a dead serious statement. I am still surprised by that answer. "What's the purpose? One must do things with purpose." is utterly wrong to me. What is the purpose of smiling when reminiscing a pleasant moment? of singing in the shower? of dancing while preparing breakfast? of reading a fiction? of watching a nonsensical movie? of baking a non-purposeful cake and blissfully sharing it? of loving?... Some people are their own Kill-Joy. Some people seem to never have experienced an epiphany or serendipity. Purpose or intent? I'll take a slice of that intent cake there, the one sprinkled with surprise-crumble. And a coffee.…

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