To endure the inherent emptiness of the human experience, does one need anything more than a good time?
Supposing there is an afterlife that will follow this present period of moral ambiguity, is heaven especially far away?
If Nietzsche is correct and God is dead, then is there any sort of master of puppets pulling the strings?
To escape the self-deception of bad faith, must one step back and ever stop believing?
Is there a negative (yin) side to every seemingly good (yang) thing? To use an example from flora, does every rose have a thorn?
Utilizing Descartes theories of existence (that whatever one perceives clearly and distinctly is true), does there exist a person who could, theoretically, ever take me high enough?
Is life such agony and constant dread that one should kill oneself, or should one simply continue to take it?