The suffering of life is immeasurable, cruel, unevenly distributed, invisible, and nameless. You will, in your lifetime, feel all of the pain you can handle, and much that you can't. You will be torn, bruised, battered, and ripped to pieces, and there will be no reward for you.And the only thing that could ever possibly justify that pain, is the terribly unknowable beauty of life and the world around you. Whether that beauty is found in the sound of music, the innumerable fibers in a leaf, the gentle acceptance of a pet resting beside you, or the touch of a lover's hand.

Duality

It isn't fair that we must live in a hell of our own making, doomed to struggle until death graces us with release, but this is true. So the only thing we can do, is allow our tears to fall past our smile when these occasionally moments of overwhelming beauty decide to show themselves. This is the reason to live. The only reason.We must imagine that those who live in hell, would be happy to burn for an angels occasional, chaste kiss.

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Philosophy

mindfulness

Mindfulness

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Motivation & Inspiration

All things that are good are magical until you understand them. Childlike wonder fades the more we begin to understand.

Magic

I see many people die because they judge that life is not worth living. I see others paradoxically getting killed for the ideas or illusions that give them a reason for living (What is called a reason for living is also an excellent reason for dying).

The body's judgement is as good as the mind's, and the body shrinks from annihilation.

Like great works, deep feelings always mean more than they are conscious of saying.

Understanding the world for a man is reducing it to the human, stamping it with his seal. The cat's universe is not the universe of the anthill. The Truism "All thoughts are anthropomorphic" has no other meaning. Likewise, the mind that aims to understand reality can consider itself satisfied only by reducing it to terms of thought.

A Nobel Prize-winning author delivers one of the most influential works of the twentieth century, showing a way out of despair and reaffirming the value of existence. Influenced by works such as Don Juan and the novels of Kafka, these essays begin with a meditation on suicide—the question of living or not living in a universe devoid of order or meaning. With lyric eloquence, Albert Camus brilliantly presents a crucial exposition of existentialist thought.

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Religion & Spirituality

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Creativity

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Books

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Meditation

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Science & Nature

Albert Camus (1913-1960) was a representative of non-metropolitan French literature. His origin in Algeria and his experiences there in the thirties were dominating influences in his thought and work. Of semi-proletarian parents, early attached to intellectual circles of strongly revolutionary tendencies, with a deep interest in philosophy (only chance prevented him from pursuing a university career in that field), he came to France at the age of twenty-five. The man and the times met: Camus joined the resistance movement during the occupation and after the liberation was a columnist for the newspaper Combat. But his journalistic activities had been chiefly a response to the demands of the time; in 1947 Camus retired from political journali

Duality

Magic

The Myth of Sisyphus

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