A plague and some thoughts

If the Plague were to be a metaphor stressing the modern minds reaction to the struggles of life, it would symbolize mans innate numbness of ego, sensual nature, and confusion of hope. However, within another light, the Plague is mans action in an extraordinary time. It is a line of reasoning and emotion created for the discovery of life in often inexperienced worlds. And finally, as Camus stimulating our sense of drama, existential loneliness and doubt? I doubt we shall know his intentions, lest there be a journal of personal reflection. But, I seek the portrait that Camus paints of our people in order to understand his vision of man. Is it that man is an ugly and wasteful creature, is there a dignity found within each persons mere existence, must one create this dignity within the actions of their time? Or is Camus showing the resilience of man in the face of death knocking, to meaningful reflections persons otherwise lost to life. And finally, beyond Camus, what is the Truth? How is one to learn and live, by the incorporation of paths between darkness and light? Why is it that man holds so many perspectives, literally limitless within his sensual and imaginable limits, and to what end shall he aim his future? While traveling, it is said the shortest distance is a straight line, but is life's meaning contained within the start and finish lines, or is it found in the accidents of the trail. In a homily I heard at st Marys Parish today the priest said that our work is in the sidetracks, it is in the mishaps and accidents. In a view of the overall picture of life, I seek solitary pleasure such as reading and writing, communal delights such as conversation, sharing of drink and eat, and interaction with the other. Shall I speak as a Christian with the language of brother and neighbor, shall I speak as an existentialist and explore choice, death, and meaning? Of what shall i fear, of whom shall I love. I ask as if there is I know of no right way.