“Let us rejoice and fight on”: What Albert Camus has to teach us in the midst of THIS plague

Communing with Albert Camus in 2022. “The Past Two Years Have Been So Absurd, The Covid Propaganda So Consuming”

By Edward Curtin
Global Research, January 11, 2022

The person with whom we are all most intimate is oneself.  It’s just the way it is.  I don’t mean that in some oracular Delphic “know thyself” way, or in any deep psychoanalytical sense, but very simply.  We have our own thoughts and feelings that come and go like breaths, most of which never get expressed in words.  Together with our actions, including speech, they make up our lives.  We try to anchor them with photos and memorabilia and lots of things, but time has no mercy; it sweeps us all away. Then our things remain for a while until they become a burden to those who remain, and then the things go. As the song reminds us, “We come and go like a ripple on a stream.”

For most people, their congeries of living experiences evaporate as quickly as soap bubbles in a pan of dish water.  This is also true for the social and personal facts of our lives that leave but vague traces.  Yet some strange people record them.  They are a small minority, writers being chief among them.  They keep words.  Words unspoken and spoken words.

I have kept notebooks since my mid-twenties.  They sit in cartons in a closet.  They were at first my imaginary friends who never responded.  Maybe I didn’t want them to.  They are still silent, although every once in a while I seem to hear inarticulate sounds coming from the boxes.

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