In the depths of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
-- Albert Camus (1913-1960)
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- Theresa Williams
- "I was no better than dust, yet you cannot replace me. . . Take the soft dust in your hand--does it stir: does it sing? Has it lips and a heart? Does it open its eyes to the sun? Does it run, does it dream, does it burn with a secret, or tremble In terror of death? Or ache with tremendous decisions?. . ." --Conrad Aiken
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That's such a hopeful statement, and then I think about the imagery of the sun in "The Stranger," and it makes me wonder. Its unrelenting light, its glare were associated so with the overall angst in the book. I've never been able to disconnect the two. Then again, existentialism makes my mind go into pretzel knots.
CAMUS: "In the same way, every time it seems to be that I've grasped the deep meaning of the world, it is its simplicity that always overwhelms me."
I think it was the same for Camus--Pretzel knots. :-)
Oh yes, existentialism is so COMPLICATED! But that statement is pretty bold and simple - I do like it, though invincible coupled with summer is an interesting marriage of images. There's a lack of softness or pliability in it. Worth pondering. Maybe it's a male/female thing. Hmm. I'm ruminating now.
Vicky
PS, Theresa, my e-mails to you are being returned - don't know what's up! I will keep trying!
Theresa - I don't know what the bleep is going on between hotmail and aol - I am getting your e-mails, but you are not getting mine. I am resorting to Thumbelina! Hope it works. Let me know - via Thumbelina, Love, V
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