Myth of Sisyphus - Albert Camus

Likewise and during every day of an unillustrious life, time carries us. But a moment always does when we have to carry it. We live on the future: ‘tomorrow’, ‘later on’, ‘when you have made your way’, ‘you will understand when you are old enough’. Such irrelevancies are wonderful, for after all, it’s a matter of dying. - Pg 12

All great deeds and all great thoughts have a ridiculous beginning. Great works are often born on a street-corner or in a restaurant’s revolving door. Pg 11

At any street corner the feeling of absurdity can strike any man in the face. As it is, in its distressing nudity, in its light without effulgence, it is elusive. Pg 10

Great feelings take with them their own universe, splendid or abject. They light up with their passion an exclusive world in which they recognise their climate. There is a universe of jealousy, of ambition, of selfishness or of generosity. - Pg 10

One kills oneself because life is not worth living, that is certainly a truth - yet an unfruitful one because it is a truism. But that insult to existence, that flat denial in which it is plunged come from the fact that it has no meaning? Does its absurdity require one to escape it through hope or suicide - this is what must be clarified, hunted do

On the other hand, it often happens that those who commit suicide were assured of the meaning of life. - Pg 8

But, on the other hand, in a universe suddenly divested of illusions and lights, man feels an alien, a stranger. His exile is without remedy since he is deprived of the memory of a lost home or the hope of a promised land. This divorce between man and his life, the actor and his setting, is properly the feeling of absurdity. All healthy men having

this fatal game that leads from lucidity in the face of experience to flight from light.

We are concerned here , at the outset, with the relationship between individual thought and suicide. An act like this is prepared within the silence of the heart, as is a great work of art. - Pg6