Well, given the title of this attempt at communication, I figured it important to start with a reflection on our hero, Sisyphus. I am reading Camus' essay, and we'll see what it provokes out of me. The last few years of our lives has reinforced in me my already strong tendency for introspection and self-examination. (Digression - this blog is an effort to combat some of that tendency to navel gaze.) The experiences my family has had (which we'll see whether they all get laid out here or not) have led me to ask the key question - what is the point? There is  so much despair and pain, and negativity in life. The answer to the question is a process, and this is part of mine.

And the Myth of Sisyphus gets at it immediately - Camus doesn't sugar coat it at all. Answering the question is an examination of the question of suicide. More to come from this amazing book.