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Camus Revisited
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At that subtle moment when man glances backward over his life, Sisyphus returning toward his rock, in that slight pivoting he contemplates that series of unrelated actions which become his fate, created by him, combined under his memory's eye and soon sealed by his death. Thus, convinced of the wholly human origin of all that is human, a blind man eager to see who knows that the night has no end, he is still on the go. The rock is still rolling.


Camus' meditation on Sisyphus does nothing for me. I can’t grasp how accepting the futility and absurdity of all my efforts can ever make me happy.