What, then, is that incalculable feeling that deprives the mind of the necessary sleep to life? A world that can be explained with bad reasons is still a familiar world. But, on the other hand, in a universe suddenly divested of illusions and lights, man feels an alien, a stranger. His exile is without remedy since he is deprived of the memory of a lost home or the hope of a promised land. This divorce between man and his life, the actor and his setting, is properly the feeling of absurdity. All healthy men having thought of their own suicide, it can be seen, without further explanation, that there is a direct connection between this feeling and the longing for death.
— Albert Camus (The Myth of Sisyphus)
