Anyways, I leave this off with the end of the essay:
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“I leave Sisyphus at the foot of the mountain! One always finds one’s burden again. But Sisyphus teaches the higher fidelity that negates the gods and raises rocks. He too concludes that all is well. This universe henceforth without a master seems to him neither sterile nor futile. Each atom of that stone, each mineral flake of that night-filled mountain, in itself forms a world. The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man’s heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.”
it can’t be worse than “getting over it.”
There’s a video game where you play as Sisyphus. It doesn’t make one happy.
https://gprosser.itch.io/sisyphus
“you imagine sisyphus happy right this instant young man!”
because other than a proof-by-intimidation, Camus has no way to make this essay optimistic.
He’s no Jean-Paul Sartre, but he was very good with his views.
I read that in his voice, and I’ve never even heard of him before…
Or that rebellion is equally infantile and you should just TIGHTEN YOUR BOOTSTRAPS AND GO TO THE SALT MINES BUCKO.
HE DIDN’T ENDURE SHITTY FRIENDS FOR EIGHTEEN YEARS IN HIS SMALL, MIDDLE-CLASS TOWN IN RURAL CANADA FOR YOU TO COMMMPLAIIIIN.
Peterson would probably call you a child for thinking that there’s any reason to die, he’s an asshole like that.
Until you realize it’s written by a more coherent and far more intellectual french lad. Probably not the highest of french lads, but certainly better.