So what is the ultimate purpose of existence of us and our descendants?

“Not because they are easy, but because they are hard”
JFK RICE MOON SPEECH

And the question is serious, and if someone loses the target completely, then it is really a tragedy. Debt can be a curious driver. But it can be satisfied. Then, too, comes the tragedy. The tragedy is when a driver to life events are not the internal and the external. I was in a state of non-existence, unconscious, like death, and physiologically it was death.
I have to say, poetically describe that state of unconsciousness is like a dead stone, you are looking at the inside stone rock inside. Neither gods nor what any of the other pictures, most importantly, all the apparent value of life, any, all the same, even the most sacred on the blink of an eye, for example, Anubis, becomes null and void. This is the most severe, and then find the value of being back very hard, really hard.
Well, in fact you are all living this value being acquired, adding moment to moment, the value of all regained addition and finds the whole life every moment of adding, and then lost it in the second. Not only reset the increment of the vector, but the whole vector graph of your being, the brain, the neural network, the entire genesis of Count reset.
A life around does not know it, goes beyond itself and requires from you, as a matter of course, in her opinion, action, what did it out of you, and requires a response from the very vector graph. And you already have information that all this may be the state of insignificance. To put it poetically, you already have more information than the information has a life. Reload very hard, hard experience, you do not iron your computer, it’s you biosystem. But! Worthless would be billions of years of evolution, if biosystem was so shit.

The beauty of DNA.
Time Life, the power of the remnants of neuronal connections count. Help loving relatives. That information about you from the outside which you had been agreed. All this makes it a good thing and you recover. What ever you are 15 years and over as a cucumber. What conclusion, capitalism taxis, no joke, the meaning of life in the accumulation of connections vector graph of consciousness which extends in time and space. You are able to stay in communication with their descendants, and they will be with you as a part of the whole, will experience growth, and the beginning of a whole being, that the beginning of this process, will be able to connection with the general information graph, it is life.
But in general, probably there are more designs and options invariance exists. You can for instance be noted that the physical parameter is ignored time is directly related to the entropy and entropy overcoming stable psychogenetic state of being. You can also notice that life involves a two-way exchange of information, or rather the free flow of information in which either side, no matter how old the vector graph of consciousness, and arbitrarily distributed in space.
Naturally all this does not happen in isolation from the media consciousness, units of general or of a particular vector graph network, or perhaps be more correct to say the cluster nodes, I think it requires further development of the terminology, such as it is more convenient to speak Plaster, Plaster of nodes, Plaster of knowledge, even though I’m on it and not focus. Simply more convenient to consider those parts of the system independently or as a subsystem, a classic modularity here creates over freedom of thought vector graph and media that separate graph.
I think that I do not want to give ready-made solution as a turnkey solution is essentially the creation of clones, and the value of life, I think the same can be expressed in a unique experience. What does the value of your life, your vector graph and your support, and also reflects and is consistent with the evolutionary mechanics of organization of life, in other words, a variety of solutions makes possible the survival of the breadth of the platform for all kind of organization of matter.
Essay. A. Rogachev, Kremenki, 2016