"Against an absolute mountain...
...we flaunt our pebble deeds
And I can't figure out what this planet needs"
Lyric by Russ Daughtry from his song, "Ten-Cent Cigar"
That sort of grand futility? Or just the Chekhovian kind: "Any idiot can face a crisis; it is this day-to-day living that wears you out."
Or is it the feeling in the middle of building what seemed like a great idea, that it has suddenly become crap?
Do you drink a great deal?
Kev
"Beware the man of one book." St. Thomas Aquinas