In 1942 Albert Camus wrote a book called “The Myth of Sisyphus”. It is about the one truly important philosophical problem: Given the circumstances of our existence, shouldn’t we just kill ourselves? This is his answer: At first Camus describes those moments in our lives when
Thank you.
I was keeping on pushing on already but re-reading this makes it a lot jollier again.
(I bet Sisyphus even has games he plays with that rock, ways to get a good laugh out of it)