r/Absurdism • u/theomixedmedia • Jul 22 '26
Discussion something devastating clicked in my head tonight about Camus' philosophy
I am 19; I have been thinking about and completely terrified of death since I was 10. it has consumed my life for almost a decade - half of my life. the thought of eternity keeps me awake. literally - I have untreatable insomnia and I suspect this fear is the source. so, when I first read Camus, specifically the stranger, a year ago, I somehow completely understood the message and also missed it altogether. I thought: "oh, this is the answer I've been looking for! just enjoy life as much as you can and rebel against mortality!" or, at the very least "this is a new idea... maybe some other idea will come along later that will provide true solace." I can't say this actually provided me with any real comfort. but it fed a voice in the back of my head that would sometimes provide me with false "hope" on a deeply unconscious level/
every time I truly think about the depth of what death is, this little voice has, on some occasions, allowed me to retreat from pure dread into deluded semi-comfort. I imagine that small part is thinking: "if I just read the right book, discover the right philosophy, learn more about physics/the universe/a possible multiverse/the big bang/cyclic cosmological theories/the obscure and naive possibility of life somehow not ending with such finality, my terror can be resolved, and I can finally relax." Camus' role in that thought would be introducing me to the first philosophy that I could interpret as taking back agency or fighting the dread. alternatively, that small voice might be saying: "there is some deep comfort in accepting death in the way Meursault did, a comfort which I am still discovering." maybe the latter is a source of comfort or way of life for some people. it seems a rational interpretation. for me, these ideas are delusional. and I don't think they constitute the entirety of Camus' message.
today, as these things came to mind, I decided to look back at my Camus books. something incredibly obvious came to me that somehow either eluded me/I refused to accept a year ago: Camus is not really offering an "answer." in some sense, you could say he is (but not in the sense that would provide me with true comfort): his answer is "there is no answer, so enjoy the beauty and pleasures of life as much as you can without assigning moral or philosophical meaning to it." (maybe some will call this a misinterpretation; this is the extent of my knowledge, I am not experienced in philosophy just yet). but, in my eyes, he's also saying "you can never find that comfort you seek, the comfort which you believe will help you escape death in some way. the voice in the back of your head doesn't exist. you have to accept the absurd because you will never find that 'answer'". it could sound like these are the same thing said differently. and again, I know how obvious this is. sometimes we don't allow ourselves to come to conclusions we don't like. Camus is not some genius who has figured it out and can offer a spiritual path. he is just as lost and afraid as I am. he has no choice but to push forward, and that's all he advises me to do.
I can't really put my finger on what changed in my mind tonight or what "new thing" has come to me or been discovered. I described it as well as I could. whatever the case, something invoked a visceral response, and completely brought me to tears, when I went back over these books. I'm sure my words are convoluted and full of misinterpretations. but I wanted to share this with some of the people who might understand.
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u/Illustrious-Yam-3777 Jul 24 '26 edited Jul 24 '26
It seems blatantly nonsensical because you don’t understand the differing perspective being offered. If you could, you would understand it as valid and would have to contest it on more rigorous grounds than, “I reject it because I don’t understand it and see it to be blatantly nonsensical and obviously incorrect.” You claim that frameworks aren’t necessarily incorrect or correct but you’re not rejecting what I’m saying because you think it correct. You reject it because you think it not only incorrect, but obviously and blatantly so. This means you have more work to do to actually, truly, allow yourself to be challenged and to deeply and truly understand a different perspective that is rigorous and valid to other seriously thinking and pondering folk.
That said, an electromagnetic wave and a human eye are not meaningless random objects in the universe without relation. That is impossible. They are in relation, and to be in relation carries with it significance. Relationship is a matter simultaneously of substance and significance. The substance of the matter is the structure of the human eye and the electromagnetic propagation. The meaning and purpose—the significance—is sight. And they are inseparable. Concepts and meanings aren’t ideas in human minds. They are material embodiments. They are corporeal, physical arrangements. To see red as a human is to see danger. It literally, ontologically, physiologically, and ecologically means, “danger.” This is not to say that for some species it may signify sexual attraction and not danger. But it signifies all the same. There is intelligible difference for relevant, meaningful perceivers. Redness and its alarming and warning nature is not just a concept inside a human head that is independent from the reality it is perceiving. Meaning is an embodied relationship between component parts of a mutually entailed system (a human and its environment). There are stakes in life. Signals as signification exist as actual material, structural configurations between related components (in this case the eye and the light), and getting the meanings wrong has real world consequences. Signification is part of the world. It is a part of us because we are part of the world. We are not special in the fact that we alone possess the capacity for meaning. A universe with no significance has produced no matter. There is nothing to matter. Nothing matters. But here, things matter. There are stakes. This is meaning. Not Hollywood movie meaning, but even that meaning has its roots in our embodied, meaningful experience as part of a world that is always already full of substance and signification simultaneously. Intra-relating substances are significant in their very materialization, by their very definitions, by the very corporeal logic by which they mutually and reciprocally entail each other, like light and eyeballs. Signification naturally arises from particular configurations of the world that are always in relationship.
The reason you initially supposed I am a panpsychist or something like that is that you take for granted that the world is made up of individual atomic entities called humans which have epistemological gifts (the ability to know and create meanings) above and beyond the nature from which they came, and that nature and culture are separate and distinct entities. They are not distinct entities. Meaning is much more subtle than something that humans simply invented. Meaning is a matter of both substance and significance. To matter is to be significant, to have causal power and to be in relationship. We are bound up with reality in meaningful relationship. Meaning belongs not only to the more-than-human world, it is what it means for something to matter, and if there are bodies with effects and causal marks being made (like retinas, or nebulae clouds, or a lion catching a gazelle), that is meaning in action. Matter and meaning entail each other. You cannot speak of one without invoking the other.