Zen Pencils by Gavin Aung Than for September 22, 2014
September 15, 2014
September 29, 2014
Transcript:
I discovered once more at Tipasa that one must keep intact in oneself a freshness, a cool well-spring of joy, love the day that escapes injustice, and return to combat having won that light. Here I recaptured the old beauty, a young sky… …and I measured my luck…. …realizing at last… …that in the worst years of our madness… …the memory of that sky never left me. This was what in the end had kept me from despairing. There the world began over again every day in an every new light. O LIGHT! This is the cry of all the characters of ancient drama brought face to face with their fate. This last resort was ours, too… …and I knew it now. In the middle of winter… …I at last discovered that there was in me… …and invincible summer. - Albert Camus
Poor Albert. The inherent humor of Absurdism eventually lost its comfort. I always thought his apparent despair in other works was badly infectious and stopped reading him. In my opinion, one should not read Camus too early in life.