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The theory above is a rather good example of what I don’t understand about Absurdism. Things seem absurd if we do not understand their place in the world, yet time and time again we are shown that everything fits into the system. Everything is connected and as long as you keep it in the context of the system then it makes sense. Of course there is no purpose for the system (universe) to exist as a whole, or perhaps no purpose that we have found or understood.
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Not only is there no purpose for the system to exist, but the meaning of the system is lacking. The only reason anything means anything is that it is assigned by people. Why do we value money, art, television, love, etc etc? Does our existence actually matter in a teleological sense? Or even in a relative sense?
These questions, and that experience of distance between our lives and having a fundamental reason to live (rather than a relative) are what makes <b>suffering</b> such a key focus of the absurd. Things can be explained to a point, and then all breaks down at some point when asking "why?" over and over again.
Additionally, the system does not generate meaning for individuals spontaneously. We have to find our place to experience that sense of unity (and it is entirely possible to find a tract within the system and do everything right and still feel that emptiness... understanding the system and your place within it does not necessarily grant one a feeling of purpose). It is hard to find unity when you know in every action you make there is no fundamental meaning behind it, only relative meaning. This problem is what leads Albert Camus to start his essay "An Absurd Reasoning" with the fundamental question of suicide. If life is not worth living then we should all end it now, certainly, but what Camus notes is true - suicide does not end the problem. The absurd is not negated, just the person experiencing the absurd if one commits suicide. From this point, he begins explaining that the only way in Good Faith to live in the absurd is in rebellion of it. Knowing it exists, facing it, and living in defiance of it.