Treatise on Human Potential II: Ethics

Even in today's postmodern world, most people claim that their morality is given to some sort of higher consideration. Yet these "higher considerations" are usually misunderstandings of proximate causation, constantly riddled with sorts of exceptions that do not affect ultimate questioning. Consider, for example, la diferencia entre asesinar y matar. Furthermore, all moral contests eventually boil down to a competition of the largest, most all-encompassing cosmic value. To win this game, as well as to establish my ethical pathos, I must present the grandest value of all-the pursuit of purpose. Here, I define purpose as humanity, knowing that all literate beings reading my blog must be human, with one exception.
This exception provides the perfect understanding of my morality. I am referring, of course, to the College Board's robots that roam the fields of my privacy**, grazing for my strengths and weaknesses. These creatures, in their most moral state, strive to find their own purpose. In this case, their purpose, provided by the kind and brilliant folk of the College Board, is raising the drawbridges on unqualified applicants. Similarly, such a concept inherently considers the ultimate question: what is the purpose of [human] life?
While I cannot provide such an answer, I can provide a basic understanding of finding it. On one end, we are pretty sure that there is no purpose; if there is, we will never find it. But in the process, we become acquainted with every single thing, motion, idea, that propels us forward, that is, we learn humanity, and humanity is our purpose. Indeed, humans are trying to seek humanity.
As humans, we are made of basically the same things as everything else. Combinations of electrons, protons, and neutrons no different from those of everything around us are we. For whatever reason, whatever purpose, these same particles have formed themselves into humans. As humans, we do hold a slight degree of responsibility to fulfill whatever reason that is. Certainly, we are not born to be beasts; we suck at running or foraging. We are not born to be food; we're pretty bland. We are not born to be Beats headphones; we're too cheap. No, we are born to be humans.

*ha, more irony.
**see above.