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Once I viewed this book as a nf philosophy vs a classic, I had a much better time. By the end of this, I had chills, and a newly expanded perspective to view some of my favorite classics and novels (and indeed the world) through. Essentially, (how I interpreted this) Camus leads readers through the possible paths one can choose when we become conscious of our life. Conscious in a way where something prompts us to really look at our existence and the world around us, and we realize- wtf is the point? We are toiling about the planet for WHAT? Those who find religeon soothing and dont need to look too closely at it can easily calm themselves back down into the daily pattern of life by the platitudes of, “theres some greater meaning” or “im part of a larger plan” etc. Those who need a bit more logic (see rebellion- the Brothers Karamazov- ivan) than this provides, remain conscious and plagued by the unanswerable whys of life. What is the point? Well, there is none. But the ‘point’ is living. The point is all around us- in every loved one, relationship, beautiful thing - in the world; if we can live in it.
 “One must imagine Sisyphus happy.” Essentially, aren’t we all just pushing a big ass rock up a hill, only for it to fall back down? Don’t we all have troubles and obstacles that keep shoving the rock back down? And yet, don’t we all find things to live for, dreams to pursue and goals to accomplish? Despite there not being a ‘point’ there are a million points. 
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DNF. First time reading I made it a quarter of the way through; bogged down by references to philosophers and their works I knew nothing about, I quit. After reading Camus' The Stranger, which I enjoyed, I figured now would be a good time to tackle this again. I made it halfway through. It feels a sisyphean task to try and complete this book. I'll imagine that this translation is the best and closest to Camus original text as it can be: it is not well written. The ideas are good, sometimes they're laid out logically. The prose itself is bad, phrases are left unexamined, words are used that go undefined. Years from now I'll come back to this and finish it, but for now what matters is that I get the point of it.

this heart within me i can feel, and i judge that it exists. this world i can touch, and i likewise judge that it exists. there ends all my knowledge, and the rest is construction.