We came from different worlds, worlds as unrelated and strange to each other as the little town of Slotopol in the Ukraine and the ancient city on the Rhine where I was born. As to how and why life brought us together, a whole story could be written about it without out getting closer to the truth. The how may perhaps be explained; the why is as unfathomable as life itself.
What we call the "purpose of life" is the only purpose we ourselves ascribe to it, for it is the logic of human thought alone that gives life a purpose. But Life has no logic and is full of contradictions and dark riddles. Logic on the other hand, is nothing more than a device, unable to function without the aid of metaphores and symbols. The finest logic is merely a creation of man, and therefore as imperfect as man