Finally, Camus’s ‘invincible summer’ in Return to Tipasa evokes a hope that is earned, not asserted. It arises after lucidity and labor, as a byproduct of fidelity to one’s task. This is hope without guarantees—less a forecast than a seasoned trust in what repeated care can build.
Therefore the throughline holds: face the absurd, refuse surrender, and keep doing the small deeds that matter. In that steady movement, meaning is not found but fashioned—and shared. [...]
