To recognize the purposelessness of life is an odyssey, a sail to nowhere with the winds of ego shifting aimlessly, offering no headway as gale and doldrums threaten with equal urgency. There are no new revelations, only universal truths recycled by the emotions of personal experience.
And even as Odysseus learns to appreciate and honor his lonely quest, the solitary sojourn that brings meaning to life’s void, the course he steer’s is one of anguished trials, each seeking to usher in defeat to battles twice won.
Perhaps this is the real devil; doubt and isolation, beckoning the helmsman ever closer to the rocky shoal, a mere shadow of what had once been.