I've always thought that that world-view was bleak and depressing, with it's implication that I am something other than that which I identify as, and not only something other, but something vast and cosmically incomprehensible. Horrifying, really. It's also the only end I can ever seem to come to when I contemplate such things. So if I'm feeling paranoid and depressed it's usually because I've been pondering philosophy.

I suppose I like the idea that there is meaning and distinctness to my personal perceptual existence as opposed to the otherness, however illogical it might be.