The universe and planet where my people come from, hate purpose and we don't need purpose.

Purpose is the weakness to all of my people and makes us sick and die.

My people have sent others of my own kind to other planets and universes to destroy purpose where they can find it, but to only mysteriously never to return.

They then sent me out to planet earth to destroy purpose here.

Then I became sick and I am now dying. I have realised by being sent here my people have accidently given me a purpose and now I am dying.

I would go back but telling my people back home will give them a purpose to stay away from other places and that will give them a purpose, thus killing my people.

I now understand why the other's we sent out never came back, they either died, or were trying to protect us from purpose and I will do the same and not go back.