This is not Sisyphus.
He’s not pushing something heavy. But I figure,
he’s carrying around something heavy,
and that counts.
Over The Hill
First, let us talk of being at the top. There needs to be a conscious pausing at the crest of each hill. You can see the most from up there and judge the total veranda of where you’ve been and grasp choices of paths leading you down. Repeat.
Stopping to think and forgetting to start again. Beginner's mind, as Buddhists say — we all will say.
The bear went over the mountain, the mountain, the mountain. The bear went over the mountain, to see what he could see. He saw another mountain, a mountain, a mountain...
Sisyphus was the son of a Thessalian king. He was a street thug who passed the time robbing and murdering travelers. He even betrayed secrets of the gods, which is never a good thing. He chained up Thanatos, aka demon of death, so that no human needed to die. Hades, god of the underworld found out and got POed.
Sisyphus’ punishment is legendary.
He was forced to roll a boulder up a mountain, when he reaches the top, the stone tumbled back down. And that’s what he’s doing right now.
Camus reckoned Sisyphus as the absurd hero who lives life to the fullest, hates death, and is condemned to a meaningless task.
Lets just take that with a grain of salt, shall we?