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Life is a continuous climb up a steep slope, with loose stones and scarce supports that allow for a necessary rest. This almost Herculean struggle reaches its zenith when one reaches the summit and manages to glimpse the immensity it encloses. But the panorama does not offer us, with a gentle hand, all the immense details and vertigo can arise when we notice the distance between the summit and the base - a breathtaking descent.
In these lines, laden with a strong philosophical bent, we follow the account of the experiences of a penitent judge, in a disguised attempt to atone for his possible sins - among them, pride, mockery, narcissism, and contempt. Perhaps due to the numbing guaranteed by the glasses of Geneva or the pestilent smell of some former docks, his thoughts turn into true paradoxes (as elucidated by his original position), leaving the interlocutor submerged in a wave of confusion. Until a final anchor that entangles him in a web of guilt that sucks him into the depths of the human soul.
Exploring the thirst for opulence and the iron will to equate to the divine, Camus puts his finger on the wound and presents a Man who does not preserve himself as a species. Instead, he pretends to assume a throne and subjugate others, like loyal subjects. In this individualistic and self-interested delusion, he will lose his footing and fall into a pit - where not even the Marianas can save him. At that moment, a laugh of joy will echo among the mountains of committed crimes. And then a silence - redemptive of calm!
"In philosophy as in politics, I am, therefore, for every theory that denies innocence to man and for every practice that treats him as guilty. You have in me, my dear, an enlightened advocate of slavery."
In these lines, laden with a strong philosophical bent, we follow the account of the experiences of a penitent judge, in a disguised attempt to atone for his possible sins - among them, pride, mockery, narcissism, and contempt. Perhaps due to the numbing guaranteed by the glasses of Geneva or the pestilent smell of some former docks, his thoughts turn into true paradoxes (as elucidated by his original position), leaving the interlocutor submerged in a wave of confusion. Until a final anchor that entangles him in a web of guilt that sucks him into the depths of the human soul.
Exploring the thirst for opulence and the iron will to equate to the divine, Camus puts his finger on the wound and presents a Man who does not preserve himself as a species. Instead, he pretends to assume a throne and subjugate others, like loyal subjects. In this individualistic and self-interested delusion, he will lose his footing and fall into a pit - where not even the Marianas can save him. At that moment, a laugh of joy will echo among the mountains of committed crimes. And then a silence - redemptive of calm!
"In philosophy as in politics, I am, therefore, for every theory that denies innocence to man and for every practice that treats him as guilty. You have in me, my dear, an enlightened advocate of slavery."