
 
Our task 
as humans is to find 
the few principles that will calm the
 infinite anguish of free souls. We must mend
what has been torn apart, make justice imaginable
 again in a world so obviously unjust, give happiness 
a meaning once more to peoples poisoned by 
the misery of the century. Naturally, it is 
a superhuman task. But superhuman 
is the term for tasks [we] take 
a long time to accomplish, 
that’s all.
 
Let us 
know our aims then,
 holding fast to the mind, even if 
force puts on a thoughtful or a comfortable 
face in order to seduce us. The first thing is not to
 despair. Let us not listen too much to those who proclaim 
that the world is at an end. Civilizations do not die so easily, 
and even if our world were to collapse, it would not have 
been the first. It is indeed true that we live in tragic
 times. But too many people confuse tragedy with 
despair. “Tragedy,” [D.H.] Lawrence said,
 “ought to be a great kick at misery.” 
This is a healthy and immediately
 applicable thought. There are 
many things today 
deserving such 
a kick.
 
If we are
 to save the mind we must
 ignore its gloomy virtues and celebrate
 its strength and wonder. Our world is poisoned
 by its misery, and seems to wallow in it. It has utterly 
surrendered to that evil which Nietzsche called
 the spirit of heaviness. Let us not add to this. 
It is futile to weep over the mind, 
it is enough to labor 
for it. 
 
But where 
are the conquering virtues 
of the mind? The same Nietzsche listed 
them as mortal enemies to heaviness of the spirit. 
For him, they are strength of character, taste, the “world,” 
classical happiness, severe pride, the cold frugality of 
the wise. More than ever, these virtues are 
necessary today, and each of us can 
choose the one that suits 
him best. 
 
Before the 
vastness of the undertaking, 
let no one forget strength of character. 
I don’t mean the theatrical kind on political 
platforms, complete with frowns and threatening 
gestures. But the kind that through the virtue of its purity 
and its sap, stands up to all the winds that blow in
 from the sea. Such is the strength of character
 that in the winter of the world 
will prepare the 
fruit.
 
Albert Camus