The real absurdity of life lies in the fact that late night hours, when a person is supposed to be sleep, arouse in one the most artistic thoughts.
The absurdity lies in the fact that a person depends on a conversation to spark within self a peculiar desire to create.
The absurdity lies in the fact that words written by another soul on a similar hour in the other corner of the world kindle within one a fire to do something.
The absurdity lies in the fact that one fights and struggles and tries to survive on a land that never belonged to one.
The absurdity lies in the fact that thousands of years ago someone decided to take what belonged to someone else and to this day no one objects to it.
The absurdity lies in the fact that life depends on the social norm.
No the absurdity lies in none of these things and all of these things. Who is to say what’s absurd and what’s not? How do you make that decision? Is there a council of people merely appointed to differentiate absurdities from the norm?
How absurd is the word absurd? Who decided that absurd shall carry the meaning of absurd?
Wouldn’t it be just incredible to meet such people?
Heck if I had a Tardis, I would gather all the great minds Earth has experienced, and would invite them over for a coffee/tea party. How absurdly awesome that would be?
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