Nov. 7, 1913 is the date of birth of French writer and Nobel Laureate, Albert Camus. Born in Algeria, Camus originally studied at (and played soccer for) the University of Algiers. However tuberculosis set back the completion of his degree (and killed his goalkeeping career), but eventually he completed his philosophy studies and relocated to Paris.
In 1957 he was awarded the Nobel Prize in literature “for his important literary production, which with clear-sighted earnestness illuminates the problems of the human conscience in our times…”
Camus was killed in a strange automobile accident in January 1960, along with his publisher, Gallimard, who drove the car…
“I leave Sisyphus at the foot of the mountain. One always finds one’s burden again. But Sisyphus teaches the higher fidelity that negates the gods and raises rocks. He too concludes that all is well. This universe henceforth without a master seems to him neither sterile nor futile. Each atom of that stone, each mineral flake of that night-filled mountain, in itself, forms a world. The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man’s heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.” ― Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays
(Source: i12bent, via fuckyeahexistentialism)
