The thread is presented as a goodbye to moderation duties, but I fear this is a farewell. I am overcome with sadness.


Which begs for the consolation of Camus: 'In order to exist just once in the world, it is necessary never again to exist'. There is no meaning in eternity. All things must come to an end, if they want to exist in the first place. The essence of existentialism. For to exist, to have existed, this single bright spark, not a hope against hope for all things, for all life, to last forever, constitutes the grandeur of this life.

I had so much to learn yet, from a man who has got everything, but lost what was most dear, and thought me the meaning of Camus because of it.

There is no friendship without goodbye. So should I not see you again, I bid thee, and Camus would approve of the mischievous appeal to God: adieu, mon ami!