Life is Absurd, as defined by Camus and Sartre and Hesse and others
before and after them. So then, how do we escape this absurdity? We have been
given minds despite ourselves, without us wanting them - to what end? The only
truth is Death. We all die, and nothing we do matters. Life goes on.
And perhaps that is how we escape absurdism. Through cheating
Death. Through achieving immortality. Through Creation. Art, literature,
music... And that most lasting and death-defying act of all: children. A child
is the ultimate act of Artistic Creation. A creation wrought from the very
cells of my body; what is more beautiful, more immortal, more expressive, more
complete? Life perpetuates itself through Love, and Love is both the foundation
and the fuel.
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