I ask what I ask. The absurdity resembles a sort of camusian
frame of existence, no Stranger or The Plague, maybe Sisyphus, I don’t really
know. A certain relationship between Self and Image occurs in the transitory
state of being, or better yet, of becoming, in one’s life. The Self and Image
of the Self are reflected-revealed by other ontological worlds, i.e. a book, a
painting or a movie, in a way in which the ephemeral individual is one with the
whole.
A book will show you that you're in fact a Sisyphus, yet
he'll be recommended as a winner, which in fact he is, a winner due to the fact
that he conquered the normal man’s transcendal needs, exposing the absurdity of
Existence.
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