I recently finished my master's degree. I'm not sure what it says about me that when I finally felt the freedom that comes after two years of assigned reading, some of the first books I picked up were Camus and Sartre. They did not disappoint.

I don't agree with all of Sartre's arguments. I am not an atheist, for example, and I don't understand the concept of a "proud humility," which he ascribes to Camus. But I still enjoyed reading this even when there is so much to disagree with.

I feel truth here. The ideas of existence preceding essence, radical responsibility, anguish, abandonment, they all sit well in my brain and provide comfort to me. I have no idea why.