Literature
Thing that is Existential
1: I didn't really understand it at all.
2: You didn't? I did. I used to think, sometimes at night, when there was nothing else around. Or it'd hit me during the day, when I was going along. Just how absurd it all is. We go through life every day, not really understanding what it is.
1: What do you mean, what it is? Life is life. You live it, or you waste it by asking silly questions.
2: Yes, but did you ever stop and think, really think? I mean, why? So many questions.
1: None.
2: So many. Does life have purpose? Is some hand guiding every decision? Or is it random, arbitrary. What might've happened if something had gone the other way?