"What, in fact, is the Absurd Man? He who, without negating it, does nothing for the eternal. Not that nostalgia is foreign to him. But he prefers his courage and his reasoning. The first teaches him to live without appeal and to get along with what he has; the second informs him of his limits. Assured of his temporally limited freedom, of his revolt devoid of future, and of his mortal consciousness, he lives out his adventure within the span of his lifetime. That is his field, that is his action, which he shields from any judgment but his own."--Albert Camus
This blog is dedicated to the absurd--the notion that none of this matters, has ever mattered, or will ever matter. You can, of course, choose to view such an outlook as fatalistic, depressing, or (as one recent author put it) "resignation to our inevitable demise." We, on the other hand, choose to view it as unlocking the chains in which most of us spend our days, tragically unaware of the key sitting unused in our hand.