If, as the absurdists, be it in drama or literature, say, life is absurd, that is, there seems to be no point to a person being born only to die and be no more and to along the way beget other people who do the same--although everyone caught in this continuum looks for a point anyway--how do we know it?  If life really is absurd, and we along with it, any conclusion that we draw about either one is absurd, too, which then begs the question:  how can absurdity know that it is absurd--when everything else is absurd, too?
     Oddly enough, unless meaning exists, absurdity cannot be.