““I realize that if through science I can seize phenomena and enumerate them, I cannot, for all that, apprehend the world. Were I to trace its entire relief with my finger, I should not know any more. And you give me the choice between a description that is sure but that teaches me nothing and hypotheses that claim to teach me but that are not sure. A stranger to myself and to the world…”
Sure, Camus is taken as a sort of philosopher/Artist/playwright, And when you read about existentialism Inevitably you are to read Albert Camus. I’m not entirely sure why except that he falls into certain category of philosophy-art.
But look at that quote again. To me it looks like a kind of pathology, like representing a certain psychology.
So, The point of my last post, the conclusion I forgot to supply, is that his statement reflects a false choice, and then I have to then wonder about the mood or tone of his prose. Because it seems to me that he’s drawing a conclusion from this fast choice that is making his tone a little bit sardonic and feeling hopeless.
Why is the description teaching him nothing? And why is the hypothesis that claims to teach him something show him something that is not sure about?
To me this isn’t reflecting any sort of truth but is reflecting psychology, And a psychology that is not noticing that he’s actually making a living for himself through this kind of depressing paradoxical exitstencil literacy, it would seem.
Because I would have to ask: why so depressed?
And this is not to say that I do not understand Camus, rather, that I understand him fully.