I stick my finger into existence—It smells of nothing. Where am I? What is this thing called the world? Who is it who has lured me into the thing, and now leaves me here? How did I come into the world? Why was I not consulted?
– Søren Kierkegaard

I’m having an existential sort of day. And it’s not an all together pleasant feeling.

Modern man must descend the spiral of his own absurdity to the lowest point; only then can he look beyond it. It is obviously impossible to get around it, jump over it, or simply avoid it.
– Václav Havel