facticity of life

There are always moments when the facticity of life strikes me as strange, meaningless and, ultimately absurd. We buy mnemonic devices to remind us that life is... life is ...life is full of fragments or fragrances or figments or narrow arrows or dismembered membranes or ... Our facticity is book ended with facts, insurmountable conditions, but even the fluid in-betweenness can be full of loss, wrecked promises and dull forgivenesses. In those moments—-mud sinking moments--cruel memories taunt and assault us and remind us that life is dying and, if anything, full of doubt.