The Purpose Riddle, An Elevated Prose

This is a riddle to myself, hidden in humor and general nonsense. It’s the child coloring an nondescript scribble on the wall, signifying the joy in play. I am simply an expression and condition of the universe, like clouds in the earth’s sky or a child musing her crayons on a bedroom wall. Intelligently formed from loosely important, all encompassing circumstance.