It's a common practice of Man, once confronted by a reflective surface, to some extent, question the meaning of his own existence and purpose of existence. Usually, this Man comes to a broken conclusion that his life has no great purpose and that his existence is insignificant, meaningless; he has no place or right to belong. These thoughts are common and educational if dealt accordingly. Numerous organizations and religions have been solely founded upon filling this void, this lack of meaning. Nothing short of a rat hoping that, somehow, the chunk of cheese at the end of the maze is magically rewarded to him if he believes in the beingness and importance of the maze and has faith in the cheese, instead of following his nostril's voice. Don't be that rat. Life has no purpose until you make a purpose. Life has no meaning but the one you give it. Fuck the dictionary.