The gods had condemned Sisyphus to ceaselessly roll a rock to the top of a mountain, whence the stone would fall back of its own weight. They had thought with some reason that there is no more dreadful punishment than futile and hopeless labor. He is as much through his passions as through his torture. His scorn of the gods, his hatred of death and his passion for life won him that unspeakable penalty - in which the whole being is exerted toward accomplishing nothing. This is the price that must be paid for the passions of this earth.
As for this myth...

...One sees merely the whole effort of a body straining to raise the huge stone, to roll it, and push it up a slope a hundred times over. One sees the face screwed up, the cheek tight against the stone, the shoulder bracing the clay-covered mass. At the very end of his long effort measured by skyless space and time without depth, the purpose is achieved. Then Sisyphus watches the stone rush down in a few moments toward that lower world whence he will have to push it up again & again toward the summit. He goes back down to the plain.

It is during that return, that pause, that Sisyphus interests me. I see that man going back down with a heavy yet measured step toward the torment, of which he will never know the end. If this myth is tragic, that is because its hero is conscious. Sisyphus, proletarian of the gods, powerless and rebellious, knows the whole extent of his wretched condition. The lucidity that was to constitute his torture at the same time crowns his victory. There is no fate that cannot be surmounted by scorn.

If the descent is thus sometimes performed in sorrow, it can also take place in joy. When the images of earth cling too tightly to memory, when the call of happiness becomes too insistent, melancholy arises in man's heart: this is the rock's victory. This is the rock itself. The boundless grief is too heavy to bear, but crushing truths perish from being acknowledged. Œdipus at the outset obeys fate without knowing it, but from the moment he knows, his tragedy begins.

Yet at the same moment, blind and desperate, he realizes that the only bond linking him to the world is the cool hand of another. Then a tremendous remark rings out: "Despite so many ordeals, the nobility of my soul make me conclude that all is well.". "That statement echoes in the wild and limited universe of man. It teaches that all has not been exhausted. It drives out of this world a god who had come into it with dissatisfaction and a preference for futile suffering. It makes of fate a human matter, which must be settled among men.

All Sisyphus' silent joy is contained therein. His fate belongs to him. His rock, [his] thing. In the universe suddenly restored to its silence, the myriad wondering little voices of the earth rise up. There is no sun without shadow, and it is essential to know the night. He knows himself to be the master of his days. At that subtle moment when man glances backward over his life, he contemplates that series of actions which become his fate, created by himself . Convinced of the wholly human origin of all that is human, The rock is still rolling.

And so I leave Sisyphus at the foot of the mountain! One always finds one's burden again. But Sisyphus teaches the higher fidelity that negates the gods and raises rocks. He too concludes that all is well. This universe henceforth without a master seems to him neither sterile nor futile. Each atom of that stone, each mineral flake of that night filled mountain, in itself forms a world. The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.

Changing of seasons, the crisp autumn leaves,
barefoot on the grass, floating face up in the sea
Walking the dog, sharing the memes,
life is my own accepting all that will be
Celebrate with friends, those closest to me,
all that I love, all I understand
Art in all forms, inspiration, sing songs,
extending the helping hand

Changing of seasons, the crisp autumn leaves,
floating face up in the sea
Walking the dog, sharing the memes,
life is my own accepting all that will be
Celebrate with friends, those closest to me,
all that I love, all I understand
Art in all forms, inspiration, playing gigs,
extending the helping hand

One must imagine Sisyphus happy.