Wednesday, February 28, 2001
Every once in a while i think back to something I read growing up that has had an influence on the I view the world today. The Myth of Sisyphus, by Albert Camus, was one of those things. A snippet: If this myth is tragic, that is because its hero is conscious. Where would his torture be, indeed, if at every step the hope of succeeding upheld him? The workman of today works everyday in his life at the same tasks, and his fate is no less absurd. But it is tragic only at the rare moments when it becomes conscious. Sisyphus, proletarian of the gods, powerless and rebellious, knows the whole extent of his wretched condition: it is what he thinks of during his descent. The lucidity that was to constitute his torture at the same time crowns his victory. There is no fate that can not be surmounted by scorn.
Posted by Entropy Hed at 2/28/2001 03:39:00 PM