As the holiday season decends upon us I begin to feel filled with my terrible purpose. Not 'terrible' as in awful, horrendous, etc. but terrible as in pre-destined, ordained, what have you. It is my duty, and my obligation, to be nice, and charitable, and be generous to those less fortunate, even if I am unemployed and living off my savings. I nonetheless feel a duty to donate to the Salvation Army, Goodwill, plus numerous other charities. When I drew a steady paycheck I donated monthly; now that I live hand-to-mouth I still give. What is your terrible purpose, your raison d'etre, your means of surviving past your mortal coil?