Milan Kundera from The Unbearable Lightness of Being:
[b][Nietzsche’s] idea of eternal return is a mysterious one…to think that everything recurs as we once experienced it and that recurrence itself recurs ad infinitum!
Putting it negatively, the myth of eternal returns states that a life which dissappears once and for all…is like a shadow, without weight, dead in advance, and whether it was horrible, beautiful or sublime, its horror, sublimity, and beauty mean nothing.We need take no more note of it than a war between two African kingdoms in the 14th century, a war that altered nothing in the destiny of the world, even if a 100,000 blacks perished in excruciating torment.
Let us therefore agree that the idea of eternal return implies a perspective from which things appear other than as we know them: they appear without the mitigating circumstance of their transitory nature. This mitigating circumstance prevents us from coming to a verdict. For how can we condemn something that is ephemeral, in transit…?
Not long ago, I caught myself experiencing a most incredible sensation. Leafing through a book on Hitler, I was touched by some of his portraits: they reminded me of my childhood. I grew up during the war; several members of my family perished in Hitler’s concentration camps; but what were their deaths compared with the memories of a lost period of my life, a period that would never return?
This reconciliation with Hitler reveals the profound moral perversity of a world that rests essentially on the nonexistence of return, for in this world everything is pardoned in advance and therefore everything cynically permitted[/b].
Kundera speaks here of what many philosophers seek to obviate by subsumning “the meaning of life” in one or another rendition of The Word. They seek to weight down the essentially absurd and meaningless lives we live by rooting them in either philosophical realism or political idealism. Of course, if you can will yourself into believing this, that’s all it takes to make the lightness go away.
It’s that simple.
As a nihilist, though, it’s not that simple at all.
Someone once said there are few things more exasperating than having a philosophy of life you can’t talk yourself out of.