The Art Form of Life Is Essentially Playful

I feel that the biological process that we call life, with its marvelous proliferation of innumerable patterns and forms, is essentially playful. By that I mean that it doesn't have a serious purpose beyond itself. It's an art form like music and like dancing. And the point of these art forms is always they're present unfolding, the elaboration of an intelligible design of steps and movements through time. The thought in other words that it is absolutely necessary for us to go on living is a basis for life which takes the joy out of life and is really contrary to life.