All great deeds and great thoughts have a ridiculous beginning.
Great works are often born on a street corner or
in a restaurant’s revolving door. So it is with absurdity.
The absurd world more than others derives its nobility from
that abject birth. In certain situations, replying “nothing” when asked
what one is thinking about may be pretense in
a man. Those who are loved are well aware of
this. But if that reply is truly sincere, if it
symbolizes that odd state of soul in which the void
becomes eloquent then it is the first sign of absurdity.
Paraphrases from the essay The Myth of Sisyphus by Albert Camus.