Life after Camus, a true immortality by Jonathan Beale

Without work, all life goes rotten.  But when work is soulless, life stifles and dies.  Albert Camus.  

The world is a verb.  The world is made from verbs.  A kind of mother verb.  A construct of the active, vying in a physical spiritual syntax.  As if watching children play.
Anatomically we are, and act as the quark leads us.  Big brother.  Black matter.  To us, in this base verbiage in the cold air we breathe; we too, are the uncuttable, although not, the indestructible.
…………Watching, Camus Smoking -Uniquely his image, Imagine him without it, not Camus.
The rebel: there to teach the rebel, to rebel.  That contradiction of verbs is a rebel.
As we listened, insatiably, as the ear is designed to be married to the tongue and the mind.
50 years hence: The rebel’s unsettled mind remains.
………….50 years hence…
……………………“Double espresso”
Cocaine Nights & Ginsberg still pulsating in the mind; throbbing in the being.
Corpuscular, magnifying, the elixir that we lust after.
In the oceanic mind; living, breathing, drowning in structure, the need for reason, and the eternal ‘why?’
…the active idea fuelled the hour: every hour: the whiskey to refresh and destroy.
…………Conception
……………………Life.
………………………………..Another rebellion. Another rebel. Camus lives on into Immortality.

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