 You're in the matrix of mind here. I can only use mind to describe the thing that's making this infinite labyrinth of your own mind that you're lost in. You've forgotten who you really are, are walking around this labyrinth of your own mind, thinking it's physical material objects outside of that mind. And I'm wondering, oh man, why does it hurt when I still have my toe and why is it so hard and why is it so difficult? Because consciousness is infinite. It can do whatever it wants, but it wants to know these limitations. The purpose of life, right, now is then, okay, if this consciousness is ignoring itself on purpose, then the purpose is to know these limitations.