Book: The myth of Sisyphus

To kill yourself means, in a sense, and as it happens in the melodrama, to make a confession. The recognition that the life you have suppressed or that it is impossible to understand. We shall not go into the similes too far and resort to commonplace words. This recognition that life is "not worth the effort". Needless to say, life is not easy. However, for many reasons, the first of which is habit, continue to act according to the request circumstances. To die on their own means to recognize, albeit unconsciously, the ridiculousness of this habit, no deep reason to live, the absurdity of the everyday hustle and bustle and unnecessary suffering.

The attachment to life there is something which surpasses everything in the light of adversity. Judgment of our body is no less important than the judgment of our mind and body avoids self-destruction. The habit is formed early the habit of thinking.

Asking yourself, how can you judge which issue is more urgent than others, I answer: the one who commits to action. I don't know when were going to die for the ontological proof. Galileo, which was highly significant scientific truth, a breeze disowned her as soon as over his life threatened.
In a sense he did the right thing. The truth is it wasn't worth it to burn her at the stake. Whether the Earth revolves around the Sun or the Sun around the Earth - all deeply care about. To tell you the truth, this question is simply worthless. But I see many people die, having come to the conviction that life is not worth the trouble to be lived. I see other people who, paradoxically, to die for the ideas or illusions that give meaning to their lives (what is called the meaning of life, is both a magnificent sense of death). Therefore, I conclude that the meaning of life is the urgency of the issues.

Man is drawn to them, the comedies are not less than genuine ones.

There is no sun without shadow, and it is necessary to know the night.

Sisyphus should imagine happy.

The reason is powerless before the cry of the heart.

Inevitably only one death, the rest can be avoided. In a temporary space that separates birth from death, nothing is predetermined, everything can change and you can even stop the war and live in peace, if you want it as well - very hard and long.

For the shortcomings we judge a person about himself and not about the circumstances of his life.

A person is able to see and know only its surrounding walls.

Always easy to be logical, but it is almost impossible to be logical to the end.

The reality of their inhumanity emphasizes the greatness of man.

Collecting - means to be able to live in the past.

The roughness of the trees, the water taste is all too familiar to me. The smell of the grass and the stars and other night and evening, from which stops the heart, - can I deny the world, the omnipotence of which I constantly feel? But all earth Sciences not convince me that it's my world. You can give him a detailed description, can you teach me to classify it. You enumerate its laws and in the thirst for knowledge I agree that they are true. You dismantled the mechanism of the world - and my hopes are getting stronger. Finally, you teach me how to consolidate all this wondrous and multicolored universe to the atom, and then to the electron. All this is fine, I like it. But you're talking about an invisible planetary system where electrons revolve around the nucleus, you want to explain the world through a single image. I'm willing to admit that it was unavailable for my mind poetry. But is it worth to angry over his own stupidity? You've already had to replace one theory with another. So science, which was supposed to grant me omniscience, turns into a hypothesis, the clarity is obscured by metaphors, the failure allowed a work of art. What if my efforts? Soft lines of the hills, the evening peace will teach me more.