In philosophy, “the Absurd” refers to the conflict between the human tendency to seek inherent value and meaning in life and the human inability to find any. In this context absurd does not mean “logically impossible”, but rather “humanly impossible”.

Absurdism on the surface seems similar to Nihilism.  The distinction being that Nihilism says there isn’t meaning, while Absurdism says that there may be meaning, but it is humanly impossible to know meaning.  Man can search for meaning.  He may find it on a personal level, but meaning at the universal level is unknowable.  The death of the physical body represents a transcendence beyond which us inhabiting a physical body cannot know.  Anything that anyone says about transcendence of the physical while on the plane of the physical may be true, but there is no proof that you can hand to someone and say “this is it”.  So essentially, it is just hearsay and possibly fabrications of the mind.  This is my interpretation, not necessarily Camus‘.

They cut the rug that ties the room together

I temper that with it may just be our understanding of the physical that is limiting.  Do our preconceived notions of how the physical world behaves limit what we can accept?  If there was a breakthrough in quantum physics that changed the overall understanding of the universe, what would it mean?  If science shows that the physical world is interconnected in a provable way, then does that change the search for meaning?  I think that this goes to the point of absurdism that the quest can and probably must continue.

Tim Schreder

It all ends up just being labels of one thing or another.  And as long as there are labels, there is identification and separation.  I sometimes wonder if the ultimate teaching is no teaching.  I am agnostic in many of my viewpoints.  Not necessarily meaning that I don’t know or don’t want to know, but that it doesn’t really matter.  Even the quest for enlightenment is subject to question, and I can say that it does not necessarily need to occur.  Enlightenment can just happen.  Even saying that it can happen or is happening is applying a label.  Beneath the currents of perception lies a reality that just is without action or state.

The cogitations of one individual human are no more or less important than the sentience of an ocean, or the arc of a comet, or the afternoon dream of a sleeping Himalayan house cat. The quality and character may be different, but can the ideas of a man really be more essential than the blazing light of a sun? Our doings are exercises in conduct and growth. Specifics are irrelevant. It’s all yard work in the end.

I listened to this Avett Brothers song this morning.  It seems quite appropriate for this post.  Meanings are jumbled as always, but does the singer determine intent or the listener?

If you finally stop caring
Just don’t go and tell someone that does
Cause even though I know there’s hope in
Every morning song
I have to find that melody alone