What is Nonsense, Absurdism?

What is Nonsense, Absurdism?

July 2, 2021 Off By Felso

Nonsense or Absurdism is the assumption of the contradiction between man and world by the French existentialist philosopher Camus. The doctrine of Camus, which is called absurdism by some writers, is also referred to as the absurdism, the philosophy of incongruity, and the doctrine of the absurdity of existence.

According to the French thinker Albert Camus, the universe for human beings is irrational, incompatible and absurd. All you have to do is open your eyes and use your mind to see this nonsense. You can grasp and count facts through science; but you cannot comprehend the universe.

Here is the tree, you hear its hardness; here is water, you taste it; Here is the wind, it cools you down. You have to make do with this. Science will gradually tell you about an invisible set of planets where electrons gather around a nucleus. This is an assumption. Then you will come back and realize that you have come to the end and that you cannot know anything. So why all the effort? Didn’t the smell of grass and stars teach you much more of this science one night, when your heart was at ease?


The universe is random, futile, rests on no solidity, and ends in death for you. Whoever reached this enlightenment could take two paths: to kill himself or to hope beyond the universe. There have been those who have taken one or the other of these two paths. However, both of these ways are incompatible, absurd and contrary to reason.

The self-denial of the known in the hope of the never-knowable is disharmony itself. In order to better understand this fact, it is necessary to define the incongruent: Incompatible is a comparison. In other words, the discordant is neither in one nor in the other, but in the encounter of both.

Man is harmonious within his own framework. The world is harmonious within its framework. Incompatibility arises from the comparison of these two compatibles. A person wants openness, and the other person does not respond to this request for openness. Here is the inconsistency. Our minds are powerless against our desire to know everything. The soul, which tries to do what the mind cannot do, finds contradictions and nonsense in the end.

Albert Camus is the most influential name of Absurdism.

There is a universe before us, the meaning of which we cannot comprehend. The truth is that we do not know this universe. Our precise knowledge is limited by the walls that surround us. Outside these walls lies a huge void, an order of irrationality. The necessity to die is a metaphysical disgrace. A person who is powerless to carry out the transcendental experience, incapable of going deep into the experiment, upset by failures, must eventually become disgraced with this disgrace. The soul has been erased from this lifeless body, where a slap leaves no trace.

It is this primitive and certain aspect of adventure that constitutes the essence of the feeling of disharmony. In the mortal light of this fate, futility has emerged. No tradition, no effort can be justified by a thought that is not based on experience, in the face of the bloody mathematics that keeps our situation under their command.

The result of this long-known fact concerns Camus. The question he tries to answer is: “So what should we do? Should we die willingly, or should we hope no matter what?”

As we said above, Camus finds these two ways incompatible. If we were a tree among trees and a cat among cats, the problem would be solved. Because then we would be considered a silent part of the silent universe. However, we have a voice. Our conscious mind is playing this game to us, our humanity is the one that brings us to the universe. Our uprising is not the product of vain pride. Knowing to stand on this dizzying line, that is honesty, the rest is evasion. The dissonance of the world does not require getting rid of it by hope or self-killing.

The real effort of man should be to try to stay on it as long as possible, to study his strange plants. We are looking at the world. For centuries, we have been accustomed to seeing it in the forms and lines that we have given ourselves. At a time when we are unable to maintain this pretense or when we are fed up with this game, we sense how far away a tree or stone is from us, how unaware of us and how incomprehensible to us. Thus begins the adventure of incompatibility. Especially when the disgrace of dying is added to this intuition, the question comes before us with all its might: So what can we do?


There is only one thing we can do, says Camus: to live. I don’t know if this world has a meaning beyond itself. But I know that I do not know this meaning and that it is impossible for me to learn for now. What does a meaning outside of my situation mean to me?

I can only understand in human terms. What I touch, what resists me, this is what I understand. So I must not let go of what I understand. I have to hold on to what seems so obvious to me, even against me. It was once asked if life had any meaning worth living. Now it is known that the more meaningless it is, the better it will be lived.


To live is to live the absurd. To keep the incompatible is to look at it first of all.

Unlike Eurydice, it is incongruous but