Absurdity
The discussion touched upon interpreting the world as absurd. Surely this cannot mean a world that is chaotic, profoundly in contradiction, schizophrenic. The world to my observation exists as a manifold of Being in flux, a perpetual dance, adjusting to cyclical seasonal increase and diminution of temperature and light. The world just is. There is more happening from the energy fluctuation around a nucleus to the passage of a planet — than I can begin to imagine. I only know a sliver of what can be known, and that leaves all the rest. The “system” be it self-adjusting, there is also destruction, outbreaks of what appear to be chaos. The shock wave kills everything in its path. The eruptions of drought, and of such extremes as tectonic shifts are easy to observe,–and they are locally lethal. There is the 2nd law of thermodynamics. As time passes, soon enough, the mitochondria cease to function well, to repair themselves. The life force dissipates. I age and die.
Perhaps the absurd is nothing more than the finitude of life. That is not a problem as far as we can tell for rocks, vegetation, mammals, etc. Without language how would one anticipate the passage of one’s existence? We do anticipate our demise, and very early in our span of life. We spend the rest of our lives attempting to fill that dark hole with constructed meaning, with designations of value.
Croissants to cities to songs. We build. That is literally true.
