My Pals Fred and Al
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.