Absurd for a lucid reason, nothing that can limit it. And it is in this belief on the absurdity the existence that dictates the conduct and attitude of a person, or my person, in the way of how the mind’s first step is to distinguish what is true from what is false, making the intelligence to tell that this world is perhaps absurd, in relation of a tough moral with its facts, waiting for a proof and longing for it to be right. The lucidity that complements the absurd.
It has been demonstrated by the time that the end of the mind is failure, man is not perfect, because when it reaches its limits, the mind, it must make a judgement and choose its conclusion according to a conscious moral , in other words, the mind work to describe our lucidity at the end, the moral right thing, making the absurd not being in the man nor in the world, but in their presence together.
On the other hand, now it is clear that all the existential philosophies without exception suggest escape to free yourself, where the absurd, which is the metaphysical state of the conscious man, does not lead or relate to god, avoiding the absurd to be a sin without god, or without religion. Perhaps to think is the reason, but thinking is no unifying or making the appearance familiar under the guise of a great principle, thinking is learning all over again how to see in a re-interpretation of the parts represented by new signifiers, directing one’s consciousness, making of every image a privileged place.
It is that why consciousness suspends in experience the objects of its attention, and this attention is over all things, the parts are the whole and the whole are the parts. All things are not explained by one thing but by all things, and by that mix of several aspects is when life becomes the way to keep the absurd alive. As for example Don Juan, who does not think of “collecting” women because he is exhausts their number and with them his chances of life, he is rather to collect amounts of beings capable of living off one’s past. But he rejects regret, that other form of hope, being incapable of looking to portraits.
If the world were clear, art would not exist. In a matter of fact, life it is not as clear as it is expected, where lucidity is expressed in terms of happiness that one cannot be happy except in harmony with the great all, everything that surrounds,the tree outside and the washing machine working out in the kitchen, which one cannot conceive and shall never be in a position to conceive. And in that evidence, is when the absurd takes part of the human’s life, absurd to live.
*Essay in replica to The Myth of Sysiphus by Albert Camus
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