To K.
A human being is not one thing at a time. We cannot make ourselves pure inwardness anymore than we can make ourselves pure outwardness. There is a divorce between man and life in human existence; there is also a re-union between man and life in human existence. The Absurdist writer Albert Camus declared in The Myth of Sisyphus, "This very heart which is mine will forever remain undefinable to me." This unknown strangeness of the heart produces an empty echo at the same time that it is forever speaking. How many have reached up to grasp the divine and are met with mumbled silence? And yet how many have reached up and are met with clear sound? There is always ambiguity in identity. The story of Sisyphus tells of a man of infinite freedom but limited power. Hades demands that Sisyphus roll a rock up the endless Tartarus hill as punishment for his past deeds. But in transcendence there is no top of the hill; the rock is rolled up indefinitely. A free man, or one who has totally enchained himself, no longer wishes for a respite from anything.
As ever, D.
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