“Well, Doc, it’s like this,” Albert said to his psychiatrist. “It seems that most of the time I’m questioning whether my life has any purpose, meaning or value. But then all of a sudden, I’ll have this brief burst of hope like maybe life isworthwhile. Then, in a flash, I’m back thinking about the futility of existence. It goes back and forth, on and on. Am I bi-polar?”
“No,” the shrink said. ‘This is much more serious than that! It’s a classic textbook case! We must start treatment immediately or you won’t come back from Existential Dread Man’s Swerve!”