Ever
since studying French in high school some 45 or more years ago I have loved the
works of Albert Camus [pictured left] and, in particular, his novel L’Étranger (The Stranger/The Outsider).
There
is a philosophical tension in Camus’ philosophy of life. On the one hand, life
is absurd, irrational, futile, and manifestly unjust, but on the other hand we are
rational beings—at least in potentiality—and therefore not absurd.
Additionally, it is possible for us to be happy even in a world of tragedy,
irrationality, manifest injustice, and suffering.
There
is also a creative tension, both in Camus’ works and in life itself, between oppression,
bondage and oblivion on the one hand and freedom and joy on the other. Each of
us will die, and death is a process which begins the very moment that we are born.
Still, we are ultimately free, and ever the more so if, paradoxically, we learn
to live without hope. Yes, we must abandon hope but yet not despair.
The ‘hero’ of the book, Meursault, is condemned to death. He
eventually comes to terms with his impending and inevitable death by realizing
that life, indeed the entire universe, is benignly indifferent to our fate.
Toward the end of the novel, just a short time before he is due to be executed, and after he has put that pesky priest in his place, Meursault soberly reflects ...
I’d passed my life in a certain way, and I might have passed it in a
different way, if I’d felt like it. I’d acted thus, and I hadn’t acted
otherwise; I hadn’t done x, whereas I had done y or z. And what did that mean?
That, all the time, I’d been waiting for this present moment, for that dawn,
tomorrow’s or another day’s, which was to justify me. Nothing, nothing had the least importance and I knew quite well why.
Now, do
you have regrets about the past, perhaps about certain acts or omissions on
your part? Well, let the past stay in the past. So, you could have lived that
way, or this way, but what does it matter? You are here now … and that’s all that truly matters.
Do
you have certain hopes and expectations for the future? What if those hopes and
expectations are dashed and never fulfilled, which could well happen? Face it.
You are here now … and that’s all
that truly matters.
You
are … here … now. Now is the only
moment you truly have. Now is the portal through which we experience the
present moment, indeed every moment … but only one moment at a time.
Do we have free will,
or is everything a matter of fate and destiny? Or are both ideas true? Having
studied philosophy deeply for many decades, I say this---we really don’t know.
Those who think it is one or the other or both are really making what is only
an assumption. The truth is, none of us knows for sure whether determinism is
true or free will is true. But one thing we do
know is this---life is short and death is inevitable and invincible. In the words of Omar Khayyám:
Oh, threats of Hell and Hopes of Paradise!
One thing at least is certain — This Life flies;
One thing is certain and the rest is Lies;
The Flower that once has blown for ever dies.
One thing at least is certain — This Life flies;
One thing is certain and the rest is Lies;
The Flower that once has blown for ever dies.
In other words, every thing passes, withers, and dies. And that includes us. Despite what some would have you believe, we cannot change that destiny, but we
can, I assert, still choose how we will spend the present moment, and each and
every one of the present moments between now and death. Yes, it is in the present moment that you are 'justified'.
So,
here you are … right here … in this present moment of the eternal now. Why not
live mindfully---that is, in and with full and choiceless awareness and appreciation of the present
moment … and for the present moment ... and the one after that … and the one after that … and the one after that ... until you come to
that day when all moments cease and you are engulfed by the fulness of the enormity of eternity.
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Thanks, Ian. I didn't know about Camus. I'll have to read The Outsider. This is really useful.
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How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp
Abode his destined Hour, and went his way.
O.K
translation I prefer is :- "abode his hour or two and went his way"