Rewind the universe all the way back to the Big Bang to roll the dice again, and there's absolutely no guarantee that any kind of intelligence will arise out the resulting chaos, never mind anything we might recognise as human. The human brain is a marvellous and intriguing organ. But I see no good reason to assume that intelligence is the point of the universe. That strikes me as philosophically egotistical. Like a puddle assuming that the depression in the ground was specially made for it.
I agree with you entirely.
I haven't said there is a purpose behind anything, least of all us.
But as said earlier if you take the smallest particle, a quark, or whatever the fuck it is, we are trained, naturally, to miss always the context in which that particle exists, right? But it is that context which actually informs, and
is, the objective world of objects, right down to ourselves, to our thoughts, our feelings.
The two are not seperate.
It's plato's cave again, isn't it - the shadows on the wall - the objective world, of form and shape and space-time, is merely
representations of the ground of being, Dasien, Being Itself, or whatever the name you want to employ. And that "whatever the fuck it is" cannot be known/grasped/understood/seen, but, unless we are somesort of Godly experiment implanted or thrown into the world, we
are it. And if what ever the fuck it is, which is everything happening right now in the universe, has been there always, then how can anything enter into it, or leave it? If eternity and infinity exist, how can anything move through time and have shape? Because you would need to edges to the universe to have shape, and you would need to have a start point to have time?
The whole thing can disappear in a cloud of smoke therefore. It's the opposite of egotimism - for egotisim you would actually need seperate humans but I still, no matter how hard I've tried, can't seem to escape the conclusion that Being itself is one indivisable, ungraspable, unspeakable whole.