"A journalist hounded the French writer, Albert Camus, asking him to explain his work in detail. The author of The Plague refused: "I write, and others can make of it what they will."
But the journalist refused to give in. One afternoon, he managed to find him in a café in Paris.
"Critics say you never take on truly profound themes," said the journalist. "I ask you now: if you had to write a book about society, would you accept the challenge?"
"Of course," replied Camus. "The book would be one hundred pages long. Ninety-nine would be blank, since there is nothing to be said. At the bottom of the hundredth page, I'd write: "man's only duty is to love."
-Original post by Paolo Coelho on a book by Albert Camus
It's almost 1 a.m.
The bewitching hour. Some might say that's midnight, but for me inspiration comes at one. Sometimes I think lessons come at night or early morning, the times when God is really trying to speak to you and you're trying to just rest your body. Your soul doesn't rest though, and in my case, neither body nor soul get tired until around 2 a.m.
What could an existential intellect like Camus know of love, when dedicating himself to find a purpose to life's absurdity. I'm aware in the end, whether he believed in a life after death... he found loving as a final sort of good karma answer, but when we look at the way humans love I kind of wonder if he actual views this answer as suitable. The way we love, with passion, with persistence and in that awe of one another... can be beautiful. But, more beautiful is it when completed by the love of a greater divine to show us the right way to love.
I want to love unselfishly. I want to give of myself to people...truly loving them for who they are without asking for anything in return. Are we truly capable of this? Are we in our own skin, able to realize the definition of love unconditional...loving for the sake of it? I strive for it and fall short every time, I'm more than aware of my flaws. Nevertheless, if Camus was aware of man's duty and he didn't believe in a great architect... how do we know that we're meant to love one another...
It's this moral dilemma that allows me to believe in absolutely in moral absolutes. The idea of one right and one wrong... of a love that surpasses all other loves. Of persevering through hard moments... of trusting another enough to put your heart on the line in every kind of relationship, whether romantic, friendship and familial. In some instances these relationships break into deeper ground than other relationships... ties that bind a friendship and the bonds of family. In the end, we are social creatures, we are meant to love and be together. We do strongly reach like branches of trees to set down roots, but yearn for the days where we weren't all running all over the globe. I guess in the end...this is an ode to all of my dear one's in far away places. Friendships surpass distance, time and situations... I'm trying to hold on to that and grow.
The hard part is to put yourself on the line... and be honest.
*Blog posted on my blog and not in Facebook notes lol. I do need to Facebook detox a little.*
-CG
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