This is how I feel when I wake up at 4.a.m. and think about being dead and the millions of years that will go by as the universe keeps expanding until all matter and energy ceases to exist and time comes to a standstill.
There is some sort of state of the human condition that I think I've captured here but I'm not sure what. The grim acceptance of one's own self-defeat ? there is a Reagan era Nagelness here that seems to be not working quite right.