Harvard University

The alarms sound. The room flashes red. An ambulance screeches in. “Page Dr. Sartre! There’s an emergency! A disaster! ... this man is having an existential crisis!” “I’m right here.”, Sartre calmly replied. “Oh my. This man looks dreadful! Put him on 100ml of proverbs stat and see what happens.” “I did… but his body appears to be rejecting the notion of an omnipotent God as we speak.” “I might have guessed. His blood type is skepticism after all. Hmm. Well, first things first. (casually flipping through the patient’s chart)…(to himself): “pervasive loneliness, a sense of purposelessness… he…