Purpose

I do not think that life in general has a purpose. We live on a small speck in a grand universe, so I don't see how our existence could signify something in universal terms. It's the duty of each one to give purpose and thus meaning to his/her life.
Let's take Edison as an example. He married twice and had six children in total, but in one of his quotes he says that the sole purpose of his life is to make more inventions. I do not doubt that he loved his family, but they were not the most important thing to him; what gave meaning to his life was his work.
To find happiness, one should find such a relation (as that of Edison to inventions). I think the purpose of the educational system should be to help children find their passion.

Suffering

While watching news footage from Somalia, it hit me that the state of the world is bad. People over there are leading such a meaningless life!!
Candide's world was definitely not "the best of all possible worlds", and ours is definitely not.
I just cannot imagine how someone born in such circumstances with no prospects for a better life could feel, especially when they see how great life could be.
I am convinced (maybe i am coercing my mind) that a better world is possible; I keep picturing a world where everyone has an education, there are no wars, where Human Rights are not discussed (since they would be so blatantly obvious), and most importantly no "delusions" cloud our vision.

Words and thoughts

I used to think that all that one feels could be put into words, but i no longer do. Now, I believe that certain things are such that they cannot be put into words, these which are particular to the individual, for that which is written, to make sense has to be rational and thus universal. Our feelings and whims are by no means rational let alone universal.

a quote

"Computers are the maestro in the symphony of science"