Accounts of life based on existential or phenomenological paradigms, and these include all accounts developed out of a study of consciousness, miss out out on all the fire and drama of it. These are genetic accounts mobilising basic terms such as desire, anxiety and identification, for which to explain is in some measure to explain away, and so they shed sparse light on the unappeasable fury of judgement, both of yourself and of others, on the craving to avenge or to submit, the thirst for justification, on the ecstasy of tyranny and tyranny of ecstasy. This is why religions with a God and an antagonist, and the secular variants of these, connect more deeply with the human condition than any philosophy. Theologies are more effective readers of philosophies than the other way around simply because they can speak of sin and evil without irony. This, at least is how it appears at times, in what is perhaps a shocked realisation of the utter impotence of understanding and of how far you have permitted a surreptitious 'mission creep' in regards to philosophy. It represents the crux of Job, the point along the path of understanding where you encounter the enduring problem dealt with in the biblical Book of Job. There is nothing more to be said, the debate is surrendered, you can only turn and allow the sublimity, the primal wildness of the whole thing to flow through you.