The world is beautiful, and that's the whole point. He patiently explains to us the great truth that the mind and even the heart are nothing. And a stone warmed by the sun, or a cypress tree that seems even higher against the background of a clear sky, outlines the only world where the concept of "being right" makes sense – nature without a person. This world is destroying me. He's wiping me off the face of the earth. He denies me without anger. And I, resigned and defeated, rush to seek wisdom, which is already subject to everything - if only tears would not obscure my vision and if only the loud sobbing of poetry, bursting my chest, would not make me forget about the truth of the world.
Albert Camus
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