Absurdist Arts, the concept, is about sharing information which may, or may not, lead to finding meaning. It stays relatively faithful to the idea that we should strive to find meaning irrespective of whether it’s possible or true; although this site is an advocate for the middle way. Suicide is not an option here, and neither is the outright rejection of faith. It’s also a bit of a two-finger salute to the over-intellectualisation of all that we cannot see with the naked eye nor measure with instruments. There will be complaints, no doubt, that aspects here represent a bastardisation of the whole concept of Absurdism; those complaints may well be valid. However, what I came to realise during my own confrontation with the Absurd was that it’s far better to indulge in the search for meaning than live without it.
I try to stay away from believing in anything at all and most days I am overwhelmed by cynicism. I haven’t always been this way, and can still remember a time in life I had faith in humanity and saw the good in just about everyone. Experience taught me I was probably wrong, and I grew tired of lighting the fires of enthusiasm as I leapt out of bed every morning. For me, life is more colourful if I can find what is meaningful. Life, somehow, feels more productive if I write. If I combine the two, I generally feel I’m fulfiling an inner purpose.
With regards to the alleviation of personal suffering, I look at what works and what doesn’t – what is useful, and what is not. Life can be painful and uncomfortable for a whole host of reasons; social constructs can be held accountable for a good handful of those. In other instances, it’ll be another human or even nature who has inflicted the cruelty. Does something have to be true for it to be effective? Obviously not, so who cares. Seriously, who cares. I’m referring to religion and other systems of belief here.