Noon

Camus, The Rebel Part 5

Typhoon and sap

Both have no shape of own.  Typhoon moves fast. It explodes with pressure and wind, any enclosed space.  Sap seems almost not to move, yet it is gradually reaching further but requires patience, does not control its path, and is limited to its current body.

Typhoon is expedient- it wins by destroying all that stands in its way but in its winning it wins nothing but its ruin. It will not be denied it has a direction until it is exhausted and dissipates.

Sap is sweet and hidden.  It is a life force. It feeds the tree.  Once it overflows its limits it is sticky and hardens. Resin (some call sap)- ultimately amber, a reminder of the natural life force,  defends against invaders and wounds. Copal, hardening resin,  is burnt in ceremonies- the scent is sacred.  Sap is distilled into syrup and eaten (it is no longer sap); its taste is sweet.

Typhoon is absolute.

Sap is limited.

Camus leads us to understand that anything absolute is destined to accept murder and therefore must be separate from honor and is not true to the nowness, and gestural eternal act of formation and limitation that is rebellion.

Typhoon kills...

Sap nourishes...

absolutly