I’m told that American poet Robert Frost published a poem called “Accidentally on Purpose” at the end of his life (1962)
Accidentally on Purpose
Robert Frost Till Darwin came to earth upon a year
To show the evolution how to steer,
They mean to tell us, though, the omnibus
Had no real purpose till it got to us.
Never believe it.
At the very worst It must have had the purpose from the first
To produce purpose as the fitter bred:
We were just purpose coming to a head.