A continuation of the thread that began with Neti Neti and Rothko.

That post ended on a question I could not answer. Whether anything comes after the negation and the absurd, or whether the ouroboros is the point and the snake just keeps circling. I have been flirting with existentialism again, though in less continuous bursts this time. That is for the better, since the gaps force second-order thinking. The flirtation has been more meaningful, pun unintended, than it was before. For what good is reading about Camus and revolt when you have had nothing in life to reckon with as an adolescent. Right? Right.

I watched Veritasium’s The Most Misunderstood Concept in Physics during a stretch of free time and ended up in a months long rabbit hole. This post is a record of the confusions I ran into, the resolutions I found, and what I took away from the whole thing.

Fred went mad at 44. Al died in a car at 46. Neither made it to 50.

Friedrich Nietzsche looked at humanity and decided it could do better. He questioned God, dismantled morality, and documented everything he saw in the abyss. The work cost him his sanity. Albert Camus arrived a generation later and built something different on the same ground. One cleared the site while the other designed what went on it.