You have your own unique spiritual fingerprint, that tiny smudge on the prism of self which is the only thing that distinguishes you from your billions of herdmates, timewide and spacewide. Your unique purpose in life is to shine the raw light of your being through your distinctive smudge and project it into your dreamstate reality. How far you go and what you hold onto might – maybe must – be a function of your purpose and already coded into that defining imperfection, so job one is to get where you’re going, and job two is to figure out what to do there. Make sense? The only free will you might possess is the freedom to fall short of your predetermined destiny. That’s all down at ground level, anyway; it looks a little different from above.