RE: Absurdism
February 24, 2011 at 5:25 pm
(This post was last modified: February 24, 2011 at 5:28 pm by everythingafter.)
(February 16, 2011 at 3:07 am)reverendjeremiah Wrote:(February 16, 2011 at 3:01 am)KichigaiNeko Wrote: Owwch!!! Wall of text!!
You can just post a linky ...in fact see our http://atheistforums.org/forum-40.html for a complete list of the preferred dos and don'ts. And BB codes
Sorry..let me edit it down some...new to the forum, will get the hang of the do's and dont's ASAP.
What would be better: explain what absurdism means to you and why (presumably you do) take comfort in that strain of thought. Oh, I see you already have to some degree in a later post. My bad.
I know Camus demurred the labels and all, but I tend to think of absurdism as a branch of existentialism. I know there's debate about that. I think "The Stranger" and "The Myth of Sisyphus" are two of the most inspiring works I've ever read.
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We have lingered in the chambers of the sea | By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown | Till human voices wake us, and we drown. — T.S. Eliot
"... man always has to decide for himself in the darkness, that he must want beyond what he knows. ..." — Simone de Beauvoir
"As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself—so like a brother, really—I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again." — Albert Camus, "The Stranger"
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We have lingered in the chambers of the sea | By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown | Till human voices wake us, and we drown. — T.S. Eliot
"... man always has to decide for himself in the darkness, that he must want beyond what he knows. ..." — Simone de Beauvoir
"As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself—so like a brother, really—I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again." — Albert Camus, "The Stranger"
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