A few years ago I had, for lack of a better term, an existential crisis. I was completely unsatisfied with the explanations for existence/purpose that I had been given by parents/teachers/friends. It terrified me that no one had ever written about this concerns (obviously people had, I was just never introduced to them). I felt like an idiot for allowing my mind to dwell on concepts such as the basis of human understanding.
it's calming to know that extremely intelligent people, and many of
them, have been concerned with the basis of human knowledge - and a few
of them were as skeptical as I was.
Hume is a beautiful person.
He allows us to move past complete skepticism without the need to
blindly ignore the fact that complete skepticism is a genuine concern.
And he did this hundreds of years ago, under the pressures of being
called an 'atheist' and other bad things that could ruin his reputation
and his life. I was afraid to explore these concepts in the 21st century
for fear of being called weird and depressing.