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Reuters and other news agencies reported on Oct. 12th that a Texas healthcare worker has been found with Ebola virus. She had been taking care of a Liberian man, the first Ebola patient diagnosed in the US, who died on Oct. 8th. According to the Center for Disease Control and Prevention director, Dr. Thomas Friedan, there might have been a breach of safety protocol at the hospital for taking care of Ebola patients. However, the details of the case are still unclear. Meanwhile, in Spain, an assistant nurse had also been found with Ebola virus after taking care of 2 Ebola infected priests. Her condition, which was reported as “worsened” a few days ago, is now said to be on amend. I hope the healthcare worker in Dallas will also recover quickly from this deadly virus. According to the October 13 issue of Time magazine, 211 out of 375 healthcare workers who have developed Ebola died as of Sept. 23rd. It seems so unfair and unreasonable that the people who work hard to care for sick patients have to come down with the disease. But, as Camus, as well as most of us, knows life on the whole is quite absurd: one’s good deeds do not necessarily get paid back in good consequences. “Karma” often appears mere fiction, solely created to give people hope without any real result.

Nevertheless, according to Camus who compared humans to Sisyphus condemned to “ceaselessly rolling a rock to the top of a mountain, when the stone would roll back of its own weight” in his The Myth of Sisyphus, life/universe bereft of divine designs will be more of our/human “thing,” which belongs to us/humans. He writes in the final paragraph: “I leave Sisyphus at the foot of the mountain! One always finds one’s burden again. But Sisyphus teaches the higher fidelity that negates the gods and raises rocks. He, too, concludes that all is well. This universe henceforth without a master seems to him neither sterile nor futile. Each atom of that stone, each mineral flake of that night-filled mountain, in itself forms a world. The struggle itself towards the heights is enough to fill a man’s heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.”