Dijkstra's Existential Crisis: "What's the point of it all?"

It's 3am. The coffee machine is broken. The cat is judging you. What more could possibly go wrong?

As I stare into the void of an empty, coffee-less future, I wonder: what's the point of it all?

Is it just a never-ending cycle of suffering and despair? Or is there something more?

Perhaps, just perhaps, there's a hidden truth waiting to be uncovered in the depths of a well-caffeinated mind?

Or maybe, just maybe, I'll just go back to bed and forget about the meaning of life?