Chefjeff gloomily eats a bowl of instant oatmeal and curses the cold and wind as he ponders the tragic, inescapable stench of aimless despair in an existence bereft of any real purpose. All the while giving considerable thought to the onerous, paradigmatic existential philosophical notion deftly put forth by Albert Camus in his work, ‘The Myth of Sisyphus’:

Does Mankind’s futile search for meaning, unity and clarity in the face of an unintelligible world devoid of God, eternal truths or values require a genuine, authentic man of substance and intellectual honesty to consider the dubious notion of suicide as viable and self-evident recourse, if it might actually require him to act as such? Or is any verifiable and true reward of self-fulfillment, genuine meaning or self-actualization established within the very struggle for this meaning?

you tell me,….