Life has no “purpose,” it just is. Linear intellect and instrumentalism are tiny, tiny portions of what is and what can be observed. “My” “life” is so important to me because it’s all I’ve been aware of – but it’s a tiny portion of what exists.
First exercise:
1) Stretch each of my major muscles.
2) Stand; using a wall as little as possible, begin to teach my muscles how to support my body on one foot.
3) Stand on both feet; dim the lights. Close my eyes; breathe. After a bit, imagine that I’m dead. “I” am gone, kaput, a memory in a few people’s minds, but not in my own. What remains? A great deal, and what certainly is gone are all my concerns. (Those concerns were not silly or trivial – when there was an “I” to protect, they made “sense.” But without an “I,”…)
This was surprisingly successful, though I couldn’t keep it going for very long.