i have been reading sartre's nausea and man if that doesn't hit home! i have had similar feelings where the whole world seems to swirl and dissolve into its conventionality and i lose all sense of meaning. it's quite bad when it happens and i'm talking to someone cos all their words become detached sounds - very strange! anyway - i know a little about exitentialism - and from what i gather it doesn;t shy away from seeing an insoluble void at the centre of our reality - like if you analyse too far and too deep you will eventually come up with nothing. but i can't help taking this in an enourmously pessimistic way. if there is no aboslute ground and reality is a malleable as convention then - why? bill hicks (great philosopher said "it doesn't matter, cos: it's just a ride" but being stuck on a rollercoaster for eternity doesn't sound like a lot of fun to me!! at the end of nausea our protagonist does come to a reaffirmation of life and its practices but with much less vigour than i expected. he seemed simply to be saying, oh well, why not? this thing is here i might as well get on with it. fair sentiment but hardly volcanically conclusive! and of course: "if you stare too long into the abyss - the abyss stares back into you" - Nietzsche what does anyone else think about this?