Until now we have sought redemption in a transcendent eternity with which we have nothing in common. But this world – this finite eternity which is so much like us – this is a world where we can find unity, and where we can finally feel at home. Camus affirms, “I am fulfilling a truth which is the sun’s and which will also be my death’s…I love this life with abandon and wish to speak of it boldly: it makes me proud of my human condition” (Tipasa 69).
Our only unity lies in death – this is the grim reality which the absurd man must face.
Yet it is a cause for joy because it means that we are exactly where we belong — we are mortals in a mortal world.
We have rediscovered our deepest measure.
Our death causes us grief and yet it frees us from the future, from eternity, from duty; death means that we can only live in the present, and we are absolved of our obligations to fulfill the requirements of the eternal soul.
Our mortality is the source of our estrangement from the world dressed up with transcendent values, but it is also the birthplace of those absurd values which once again bridge the gap between man and the world.