Life has no purpose. This is the whole point of Buddha’s flower sermon. It’s also the answer to Stephen Hawking’s unanswerable question: “Why does the universe go to all the bother of existing?”
The thing about a flower is that it has no purpose. Me neither.
If one question leads to another question, the first question has not been answered. Herein the thrust, the loaded stamen, of Buddha’s Flower Sermon. Beauty is the answer to everything.
Right action has both a negative and a positive dimension—as, indeed, does all of life. In its Buddhistic dimension, it’s what we refrain from doing. In its mystic-Christian dimension, it’s what is done through us. These are not contradictory positions. They’re tango partners.
Flowers issue a silent summons to see things as things are—not as they should be or as we might want them to be, just as they are. To see as babies see.