Notes of a Bosniak from Yugoslavia

The third act never comes, and the man is left to wonder if this was it. If this were all there is to existence—to know, to feel, to see—and to yet not get any closure at all. The abject silence of the universe in all its benign indifference befuddles him.

It is here; lies and myths about the grand purpose and self give him a moment of recompense. And when this false sense of identity falls, he is left barren. Exposed to the madness that comes with not having an answer to existence. As Sartre writes, "The man is condemned to be free. Condemned, because he did not create himself, in other respect is free; because, once thrown into the world, he is responsible for everything he does". He is but an eternal stumbling curious child of nature.