Sisyphus
Sisyphus@primal.net
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Old, shortsighted, broke and microstacking
All Sisyphus' silent joy is contained therein. His fate belongs to him. His rock is a thing. Likewise, the absurd man, when he contemplates his torment, silences all the idols.
Myths are made for the imagination to breathe life into them.