The current literary success achieved by writers dedicated to the proposition that life is absurd is probably a measure of how popular the theme of man's futility has become. Perhaps favoring the acceptance of this belief is the ease with which every generation identifies as contemporary problems only those best reflecting its most confessable anxieties. And we are so often reminded of the limitations of man clashing against the complexities of nature that the notion of the absurd is not altogether surprising.
What I find curious is the insistence with which the corollary assertion—that this world holds no truth but only countless possibilities —is being presented as the "New Revelation." For a long time, scientists have been aware that every searching question is uncomfortably close to some unquestioned assumption. In the process of reclaiming from the latter areas for inquiry, the interplay of variables starts to unfold, providing, if not