Albert Camus’ Absurdist philosophy still rings so strongly resonant. Has the Meaning Crisis sent us spiraling back to philosophical suicide, or does Camus’ writing remind us of something deeply numinous and important about our human experience?

**TW: Use of the term "Su*c*de" throughout discussion, as seen throughout Camus' work.**

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