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I only say this sentence now, when the plums are ripe, the gardenias are fragrant. In Camus's book, I only like the conqueror section. When I first associate the word "conquer" with great men such as Napoleon and Genghis Khan, triumphant generals, and passionate adventures, it seems far away from me. Until Camus's pen flicked, "Conquerors know that action itself is useless. There is only one useful action, and that is to remake the world and the earth. I can never recreate the world. But I should pretend to be "serious". The road of struggle makes me meet the body. Even the insulted body is the only thing I can be sure of. I can only live by what I see." A conqueror is not a person who stands on the top of a mountain and looks down at all living things, but a person who knows that there is nothing on the top of the mountain, but is still willing to keep climbing, and is still willing to smell the wild flowers in the mountain. This kind of "conquest" not only does not distance itself from the world, but also brings some unrulyness that reconciles with absurdity. For 24 years, I almost fell into irredeemable existentialism. When I realized that the day-to-day cycle would lead me into the subconscious of "philosophical suicide", I continued to doubt and disgust. I tried to find answers, I almost went to great lengths to find proof of my existence. But the fact is that I have died a long time ago. I must find myself, but how can I find myself? I don't know. Until May, a bizarre dream broke into my sleep, involving a gravekeeper, a withered coffin, and a letter. I slowly told myself that if I don't know what to do, just ask my heart. Questioning? Well, let's listen and see. My heart said I should go see the past. When I decided to move into the past, I became aware of my sin. In my 20 years, there are only two people who make me worried. Dear sister and J. Let's call it J here for now. My hometown is in the countryside. When I was a child, the culture of favoring boys over girls was quite serious. Most of the little girls in the village stay at home and rarely go out to play with the boys. My family is different. My sister also has different rights than most girls. She can naturally play with us. However, when I was a child, I often ignored my sister's feelings, even scared her and made her cry. When I was a child, I felt most sorry for my younger sister. My younger sister often didn't care about those rules and regulations and seemed to have forgotten them long ago. My sister never forgets to bring me delicious food every time I go out to play. Just like when I was a child, my sister always cares about my feelings. I naturally know that the most difficult person to repay in this life is my sister, so I will try my best to do what my sister asks for, as long as it is within my ability. J is a girl I once liked. I am a coward. I have delayed each other because of the mistakes I have made. Although J doesn't care, I still can't get over myself. The last time we met was around 5 pm on Saturday, 22nd. Dear J, I haven't seen you for a long time. I don't know how you are doing lately, but I wish you happiness. You can't chase what's gone. In this case, I can only try my best to do well in the future. My dear sister and J, I hope that next time we meet, we will be better. Everyone comes into this world with a destiny, so what is my destiny? I once read a book where Santiago found the breeze, the bright moon, love and sincerity on the way to find his destiny. I ask my heart, what do you want. My heart is proud of him, and he lies quietly in my chest, refusing to say anything. Well, I'm not a great person, and I don't have too many responsibilities to bear, so I'll go slowly and do the present first. My heart beat slowly and I felt warm, as if he was recognizing me. Absurdity and destiny are the duo of life. If the end of life is death, silence, and return to the starting point, does that prove that only this moment is the most cherished? When the fast-paced life devours the patience of the times, I hope I still have the patience to finish reading a book and feel the subtle ripples of collision between words. I hope I can walk slowly and slowly appreciate life, appreciate life, and appreciate the miracle of life.

Absurdity is a contradiction, a contradiction between spirit and body. Resisting death is the instinct of the body, and yearning for tomorrow is the desire of the spirit. The conflict and contradiction between body and spirit is absurd. (This is just an example of absurdity. Even if absurdity is contradictory, it is also a kind of absurdity like the thickness and strangeness of the world) Death does not need to be explained. Suicide is a branch of death. Suicide mostly stems from the "unworthiness" of life. However, most suicides understand the meaning of "life". This is a logical contradiction and absurd. Hope is the body's longing for life, and the escape from death is the instinct of the body, but it is also a kind of deception in life.

The book is very good, but I can't understand many parts.

Camus made it clear at the beginning: "Judging whether life is worth living is equivalent to answering the fundamental question of philosophy." After Nietzsche shouted that God was dead, people lost their traditional sense of order, and everything seemed to become unbalanced. Some of the later existentialism fell into nothingness, and some fell into fanaticism. At this time, Camus proposed a new idea, the philosophy of the absurd. He believes that people should bravely face the absurdity of life like Sisyphus, embrace life with reliable reason and slim hope, rather than commit physical or philosophical suicide, and live passionately in the absurd wilderness and the boundaries of time after abandoning the inherent shackles. The excerpt of the last rebel also reveals the impact of many extreme ideas on society and government forms.

Very very satisfied, like it very much😍

The thoughts are really profound, and every angle or rebuttal point is logically guided and discussed, which increases people's desire and desire to read on.