The world is neither meaningful, nor absurd. It quite simply is, and that, in any case, is what is so remarkable about it.
“Where, where are now the great reports
Of those huge haugthy earth-born giants?
Where are the lofty tow’rs and forts
Of those proud kings bade Heav’n defiance?
When them I to my mind revoke,
Methinks I see a mighty smoke
Thick mounting from quick-burning matter
Which in an instant winds do scatter.”
Joshua Sylvester | “Fuimus Fumus”