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>>6991846
> I would think about it every night and at times it would drive me truly insane, I'd cry, even vomit a couple of times because of it. Desperate times. I felt this really strong emptiness surrounding me, infinite time before my birth and after death, squishing all that I valued, all that I could possibly do and it reflected on a physical level, my stomach would crumble and I'd do anything to escape this feeling (I still would).
>The next morning everything would be "alright", not well, just that I could distract myself with the day and was able to ignore it.

This exact thing happened to me but I went in the opposite direction. I'm simply lost, I have no rhyme or reason but I've lost the pain associated with boredom and existential angst and am able to live life - live without a belief system or a final referent to ground me.
Right now I honestly think regardless of what you believe we are simply a set of drives, and that we acclimatize to every experience we undergo. Just as people who live in canada move to the los angeles and walk around with barely any clothes on in winter we simply get bored of the terror and get bored of the boredom.

I no longer look for reasons and am a fatalist through and through.

And yes, still fucking afraid of death like it's nobodies business.

Hi lit. What are,in your opinion the best novels and essays that deal with the theme of absolute evil and the nature of it?

I already know a good deal of classics like Vathek, Under the sun of Satan,the flowers of evil,literature and evil by Bataille and so on.

Bring out your best.