We’re sick with eternity: its chronic state is time, its crisis – love and death. But, on the other hand, isn’t it also pathological that we see sickness in the very thing that constitutes the meaning of life, that determines what it means to live? That we take the essential discontinuity of our lives – the fact that life ‘passes away’, ‘becomes’, ‘flows’ – for a sickness to be treated? That we try to fill this gap with concepts, to remove that internal diversification of life with the help of some truth underlying it, and thus to render our lives consistent and comprehensible? It is precisely this pathology that N calls ‘nihilism’.
from Krzysztof Michalski's Flame of Eternity (one of the finest books on Nietzsche I've come across)