The stone rolls down the mountain once again,A heavy weight of boulder, dust, and clay,The hero walks back down into the glen,To start the endless labor of the day.The sky is empty and the task is blind,No god applauds the effort or the sweat,Yet in the silent purpose of the mind,A quiet victory over fate is met.To know the struggle has no final prize,And yet to push the boulder up the crest,Defies the vacuum of the quiet skies,And turns the curse into a sacred quest.One must imagine Sisyphus content:Joy is found within the strength expended, spent
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