In his seminal 1960 essay, critic Martin Esslin coined the term "Theatre of the Absurd" to describe the work of playwrights who sought to express the human condition when existence seemingly has no meaning or purpose and therefore all communication breaks down.  During these times, the philosopher-playwrights proposed that logical construction and reasoned argument eventually surrender to irrational and illogical speech and in due course reach the ultimate conclusion, that being silence.  People cannot communicate because there are no guidelines or context for understanding, nothing means anything, and anything can mean everything.

Albert Camus's "The Myth of Sisyphus" provides an interesting perspective on our current absurdist times.  In this essay, Camus introduces his definition of the philosophy of the absurd, which he asserts is rooted in man's futile search for meaning, unity, and clarity in the face of an unintelligible world devoid of God, eternal truths, and transcendent values.  He likens this quest to Sisyphus, a man who stole secrets from the gods and was condemned to forever roll a great boulder up a hill all day long, every day, only to have it roll back down again at night, just in time for him to start pushing it back up with the dawning of a new day:

The gods had condemned Sisyphus to ceaselessly rolling a rock to the top of a mountain, whence the stone would fall back of its own weight. They had thought with some reason that there is no more dreadful punishment than futile and hopeless labor.

Camus concludes that man must find meaning in such repetitive and futile tasks, and not only that, but he asserts that there is true meaning and happiness there.  He asserts, "The struggle itself towards the heights is enough to fill a man's heart" and that "One must imagine Sisyphus happy."  I disagree with him on one point — one can find contentment and happiness in thankless tasks when one deduces that such tasks are not without value even as they are mind-numbingly repetitive and soul-crushingly tedious.

However, there are situations in our modern society that defy the meaning of being purposeful and have a true absurdist bent.  It seems there are many who simply do not want solutions; they just want to be angry — they are living raw nerves brushing up against an abrasive world.

People have seemingly stopped trying to define and understand the natural world.  They wish to ignore reality by redefining it to fit their desire to eviscerate any semblance of rules or order.  Each sex seeking to "identify" as the other, people of one race "identifying" as one they are not, lies passed off as truth, opinions as fact — the Antifa and BLM movements are filled to the brim with such contractions.  These are all examples of undisciplined minds succumbing to absurdity and giving up the search for reality, reason, and truth.  Cutting through the absurdity of our times is a frustratingly tedious endeavor — but as Camus stated, there is purpose and happiness to be found in the endless work against it.

We are witness to an absurdist rebellion against nature, an uprising of the simpleminded, where ridiculous platitudinous theory spouted by pseudo-intellectual automatons substitutes for true scholarship and wisdom.  It is a revolt of intellectually immature children, speaking nonsense and receiving accolades from the ignorant madding crowd, people who are slaves to emotion and feeling rather than masters of logic and reason.  Camus noted, "Without culture, and the relative freedom it implies, society, even when perfect, is but a jungle."  Let us find a less absurd truth in the words of one of the greatest modern philosophical circles, Guns N' Roses, led by the great philosopher Axl Rose:

Welcome to the jungle, we've got fun and games
We got everything you want honey, we know the names
We are the people that can find whatever you may need
If you got the money honey we got your disease

In the jungle, welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your knnn knne knees, knees
I want to watch you bleed...