Christina86, thanks for pointing out that article, I hadn't seen it before.

And thanks all of you. It seems, in this moment, that I'm having a chicken or the egg problem. Am I depressed because of my existential crisis or am I having an existential crisis because I'm depressed?

I was thinking last night that it's really too bad that I know that one day our sun will die and wipe out all life in our galaxy. If that weren't inevitable I would have an easier time finding comfort in posterity. My body of work, my children and grandchildren, would all continue and keep some essence of who I am alive. But since everything will be wiped out, well, there's no eternity in the physical world and I'm incapable of the faith Altonwoods wisely suggested. So the question of personal meaning comes back.

For me it seems the existentialists have a point and the secret must lie in the waking moments we have in this life. But if you're depressed, well, that brings pi's statement about facing yourself problematic.

Kebs suggestion strikes me as realistic and wise but it's hard for a cynic to get there.

But maybe my preoccupations serve as just that much more noise in the void and it's the depression that's plaguing me. A sort of philosophical game to jerk myself off with while crippled by feelings of pointless, causeless sadness.

Or maybe I need another nap.

Cyran0