Happy birthday to Albert Camus!
(November 7, 1913 - January 4, 1960)
"In this light and silence, years of night and fury melted slowly away. I listened to an almost forgotten sound within myself, as if my heart had long been stopped and was now gently beginning to beat again."
Albert Camus, Lyrical and Critical Essays (Return to Tipasa)
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From Albert Camus’s Return to Tipasa
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When Shelley said "It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place." and when Camus said "But perhaps some day, when we are ready to die of exhaustion and ignorance, I shall be able to disown our garnish tombs and go and stretch out in the valley, under the same light, and learn for the last time what I know."
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On certain mornings, as we turn a corner, an exquisite dew falls on our heart and then vanishes. But the freshness lingers, and this, always, is what the heart needs.
Albert Camus, Return to Tipasa
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Albert Camus, from Return to Tipasa
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“In the depths of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”
— Albert Camus, “Return to Tipasa”
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"On December 30, in the depths of winter, a child as fragile as crystal was born in Småland, Sweden. What her parents didn't know was that within her was an invincible summer."
Fun detail about Cristallo's birthday letter is that it may be a reference to Albert Camus' essay "Return to Tipasa" which is contained in his work titled "Summer" (L' Ete). "Winter" can be interpreted as hardship or suffering (in the context of the essay, I see winter signifying weariness and a lost of passion) while the "Summer" can be interpreted as hope and optimism, a sense of strength within oneself, which I think fits Cristallo really well
An excerpt from the essay itself because adding context is very cool, have fun reading :))
(R1999 mfs when the word "orange" is mentioned: *PTSD intensifies* *Sleeper agent activated*)
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In the midst of hate, I found there was, within me, an invincible love.
My dear,
In the midst of hate, I found there was, within me, an invincible love.
In the midst of tears, I found there was, within me, an invincible smile.
In the midst of chaos, I found there was, within me, an invincible calm.
I realized, through it all, that . . .
In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.
And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there's something stronger - something better, pushing right back.
Truly yours
— Albert Camus, from "Return to Tipasa” in Personal Writings translated by Ellen Conroy Kennedy and Justin O’Brien) (via Whiskey River)
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“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer„
from Return to Tipasa by Albert Camus
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It seemed as if the morning were stabilized, the sun stopped for an incalculable moment. In this light and this silence, years of wrath and night melted slowly away. I listened to an almost forgotten sound within myself as if my heart, long stopped, were calmly beginning to beat again. And awake now, I recognized one by one the imperceptible sounds of which the silence was made up: the figured bass of the birds, the sea's faint, brief sighs at the foot of the rocks, the vibration of the trees, the blind singing of the columns, the rustling of the wormwood plants, the furtive lizards. I heard that; I also listened to the happy torrents rising within me. It seemed to me that I had at last come to harbor, for a moment at least, and that henceforth that moment would be endless. Albert Camus, Return to Tipasa
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…there is a will to live without refusing anything life offers: the virtue I honor most in this world.
Albert Camus, Return to Tipasa
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For there is merely bad luck in not being loved; there is misfortune in not loving.
Albert Camus, Return to Tipasa
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“In the mist of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.”
—Albert Camus, from Return to Tipasa
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📷: Nicole Alexandria
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A violent childhood, adolescent daydreams to the hum of the bus's engines, mornings, the freshness of young girls, beaches, young muscles always tensed, the slight anguish that the evening brings to a sixteen-year-old heart, the desire to live, glory, and always the same sky, for months on end, with its inexhaustible strength and light, as companion to the years, a sky insatiable, one by one devouring victims lying crucified upon the beach at the funereal hour of noon.
Albert Camus, Summer (Return to Tipasa)
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Albarran Cabrera —– Instagram
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Hakone, 2019, #810 Pigments, gampi paper and gold leaf.
“I measured my luck, realising at last that in the worst years of our madness the memory of that sky had never left me. This was what in the end had kept me from despairing...
O light! This is the cry of all the characters of ancient drama brought face to face with their fate. This last resort was ours, too, and I knew it now. In the middle of winter I at last discovered that there was in me an invincible summer.”
―Albert Camus, “Return to Tipasa” (1952)
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The meaninglessness of existence can be suffered with a spirit full of freedom, a freedom that can transform anguish into the victory of the consciousness.
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