All of intelligent life is seeking that which it recognizes in itself, which is order, a conscience, and motive. Yet when we seek these things in reality we find the opposite. We find a universe slipping always into disorder, sheer depravity instead of conscience, and chaos where there should be a motive.

The apostle Paul admits that looking around, it sure seems like nothing that is observable resembles ourselves, so instead he tells us that in the face of this evidence we must still decide that something somewhere resembles ourselves. We call this concept "God". Thus we give ourselves what we really want, which is to look into the face of reality and see ourselves, or at least, a being that is similar to ourselves; a perfect, all-powerful version of ourselves.

Even when we accept this biblical faith, we can't divorce ourselves from the problem of our species, which remains strong and steadfast no matter what we do or what we say and no matter how much faith we put into any given thing. We recognize through the lessons we learn in life that things are fundamentally chaotic and without a motive. This is Kierkegaard's "dizziness of freedom".

We experience dread and anxiety because we are perfectly reasonable beings that can observe reality and report back how it is. Unfortunately for us, the more honest we are about our reporting, the more bleak and hostile the universe seems to our existence.

Either choose to devote yourself to aesthetic pleasure or devote yourself to a higher ideal, ultimately, one leads to the next in an ouroboros. The only true choice is to look into the face of reality, see nothing which resembles ourselves, and then decide that in spite of that, something, somewhere must resemble ourselves, or it is to recognize that all of reality is hostile to life and that we are a mistake in the eyes of reality that will one day be corrected.