I'm here (again) ...as Sisyphus
at the foot of the mountain!
One always finds one’s burden again. ...
Starring at the stone...
Each atom of that stone, each mineral flake of that night-filled mountain, in itself, forms a world.
The mission?
The struggle itself (towards the heights)
enough to fill a heart.
One must imagine Sisyphus happy.
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