We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
The core idea, drawn heavily from Albert Camus (especially in The Myth of Sisyphus), is this: humans crave meaning, purpose, clarity, and justice in a universe that offers none of those things in return. It's silent, indifferent, chaotic. That clash—the collision between our insistent hunger for "why" and the world's mute "no answer"—is what Camus calls the absurd. It's not that life is merely silly or ridiculous in a superficial sense; it's fundamentally mismatched. We build elaborate stories, chase goals, love fiercely, suffer deeply, and then... nothing echoes back from the cosmos to validate any of it.
Time is much ado about nothing: Your infinity loop with the present pinned at the crossing point is a killer visual metaphor for this cosmic joke: we chase forward, loop back, and arrive at exactly where we "started"—the eternal now—having accomplished... precisely nothing beyond being.If that's the absurdity you're feeling, it's not wrong—it's one of the most honest reactions to staring too long at the physics of time
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