transportation

After deep metaphysical, cosmological, and philosophical pondering, I have now understood my function in life. I am a Transporter. I transport stuff from "here" to "there" (which turns out to be "here"). This morning I transport my teeth to the dentist for cleaning. The teeth and the dentist have their own life. I am irrelevant. Except as the one who delivers the teeth safely into the dentist's hands. Such is this life: to be an empty taxi available for the next stuff to be transported (bones, ideas, camaraderie, a hungry stomach, poop). This taxi has no end of customers.