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If, in the everlasting fight against entropy, we are doomed to failure, why do we struggle at all?
Albert Camus described this very situation in his 1942 essay The Myth of Sisyphus, in which he compares the absurdity of man's life with the condition of Sisyphus, who was condemned to push the a rock up the a mountain for all of eternity.
In this essay, Camus writes, "The struggle itself is enough to fill a man's heart."
I hope Camus was right.
He also wrote, "One must imagine Sisyphus happy."
Sisyphus? Happy?
I am told that I have a good imagination, and yet I find that difficult to picture.
So what does this have to do with my work?
Each objects that I make is an attempt to prove that, ultimately, even entropy will succumb to the force of entropy and when that happens, chaos will revert to order.
This means that, in our everlasting fight against entropy, we are not necessarily doomed to failure.
This is a comfort, isn't it? |
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