With our culture's loss of meaning, we exist in such a transitional period, a time of suffering. The old symbols we once cherished and drew sustenance from are now dead. It is a time of sorrow, of confusion. What do we do? We eat, drink, sleep, have sex, and toil at jobs we loathe. Then, there are the lucky ones, who don't realize they have lost all meaning. These go from day-to-day, mindlessly, blissfully stumbling through their moronic existence, thinking of nothing but self-aggrandizement. They have their meaning. They have no reason to suffer.In the case of the death of one individual symbol through consciousness's transition from an exoteric to an esoteric standpoint toward it, it may well be that this loss is compensated for by the emergence of a new symbol pregnant with a different meaning so that there is a new fascination. This is what had in fact happened in history many times; there have been numerous periods of cultural crisis when the old gods or symbols had lost their conviction and new ones had not fully taken hold of people but were slowly emerging. These times of transition were times of empirical and temporal suffering from the loss of meaning, while the fundamental, logical in-ness continued even across the period of its empirical absence. This type of change and predicament could be compared to the unrest during a removal, when one is no longer in one's old home and has not yet moved into one's new home (End Of Meaning, by Wolfgang Geigerich).
Those who suffer most, however, are the ones who realize we are in the process of passing from one evolutionary stage to another. We are in a kind of purgatory, hanging between heaven and hell, in limbo between Man and Overman.