Nah, I don't want to kid you, lad: in the end we are all so incredibly alone it makes me sick just thinking about it.
* coughs up a solid ball of existential doubt *
Why are we here? What should we be doing? Where will we eventually go? Is there a God? Why can't I sleep when there's a full moon outside my bedroom window?
* coughs up another solid ball of existential doubt *
Damn! I wonder where all these solid balls of existential doubt actually come from?