But a little while ago I made an experiment with the absolute or the absurd. This root — there was nothing in relation to which it was absurd. Oh, ho… - Jean-Paul Sartre

But faced with this great wrinkled paw, neither ignorance nor knowledge was important: the world of explanations and reasons is not the world of existence.

Absurd, irreducible; nothing — not even a profound and secret delirium of nature — could explain it. Obviously I did not know everything, I had not seen the seeds sprout, or the tree grow. But faced with this great wrinkled paw, neither ignorance nor knowledge was important: the world of explanations and reasons is not the world of existence. A circle is not absurd, it is clearly explained by the rotation of a straight segment around one of its extremities. But neither does a circle exist. This root, on the other hand, existed in such a way that I could not explain it.

Do you regret those days?'
'No,' replied Marcelle acidly: 'but I regret the life I might have had.

That God does not exist, I cannot deny, That my whole being cries out for God I cannot forget.

Je n'ai pas rêvé cet héroïsme. Je l'ai choisi. On est ce qu'on veut.