I have been thinking for a while about my quest of curiosity. I dare not assume that goal should be the reason for the adventure, but thy adventure itself has immensely gratifying truth attach to it. Also, I don’t know whether this world has a meaning that transcends it. But I know that I do not know that meaning and that it is impossible for me just now to know it¹. I may be able to find the answer if I sacrifice my whole life for the sake of truth, but I have a life to live, the journey to travel and adventure to explore.
But still I have a deep gaping hole in my heart about purpose; perhaps maybe it is an inherent nostalgia of unity, an insistence upon familiarity, an appetite for clarity seducing me to it. Luring me towards the absolute with the release of responsibility from reason or consciousness and asking me to bow down my reason to emotions. But I have a pride, pride of being a man of reason. I cannot fathom things which are beyond the rationale of human nature, but simultaneously I know human faculty by itself has its own limitation. What should I do? Bow my reason to roses of illusion to satiate my thirst for the absolute, which also provides the transcendental high, by taking a leap or try to find my mead within the heraldic “epoche” of reality and ascend to the rhythmical heights of Babylon; as done by existentialist or phenomenologist.
The absurd hero¹ provides the third path by accusing both of philosophical suicide on the premise of taking one side of the scale which defines the absurd in the human-world reality. When man stands face to face with the irrational. He feels within him his longing for happiness and for reason. The absurd is born as a tension between human yearning for nostalgia and unbowed silence from the universe. Absurd is the constant source of consciousness derived by the perpetuity of acknowledgment from the humbleness of human reason and its quest to defy it. The absurd hero wants to be free against nondetermined reality; he wants me to rebel against the absurd to find something stronger than my fate. As he once said to himself,
“In midst of hate, I found there was, within me, an invincible love.
In the midst of tears, I found there was, within me, an invincible smile.
In the midst of chaos, I found there was, within me, an invincible calm.
I realized, through it all, that…
In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.
And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back.¹”
I find a great solace in his words as I see terrible things or forces by which human existence is nothing but simmer of dust in sands of time but still, he stands tall as an immovable object of reason against unstoppable forces of reality to represent – a supreme state of consciousness. The absurdity of this truth amuses me; the state of unbowed unbent unbrokenness² of an absurd man in conscious of his Sisyphean plight makes him an unsung hero worthy of admiration.
Which path is right, which one symbolizes the truth is something fickle by nature. As humans by nature, we inculcate panoply of ideas which materializes our way of life. We all are atheists by birth, agnostic by reason, believers by the hope and existential by curiosity. I simply tend to think that people live by the creed or essence which defines their relative perception of reality; at the same time imbibing other values without awareness.
But this doesn’t end my plight or journey; even when I am rebel by nature, I am also a poet by heart. Poetry and music have always been my guiding light. They bring out the truth of reality which is obscured by the universe, but they are very demanding mistresses because they don’t bend easily to reason. Maybe I am wrong to subjugate everything to rationale as Emerson said, “A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little mind” or I am still naive to understand the mess of the world we live. In any case, I shall explore these lustful wines which do not compound easily within the aspect of reasoning and I will not kill myself every day by being prideful of being wrong if I can soar towards the heaven in search of truth and freedom.
Hence, I intend to rebel, I don’t Intend to go gentle into the good night³, I Intend to go in extreme and that is where I will find the truth. In darkness we see light. In reflection, we find acceptable. In willingness we see hope.
1 Albert Camus
2 Song of Ice and Fire
3 Dylan Thomas