Thank you for this multi-faceted view of all this. My English teacher in 12th grade assigned the Myth of Sisyphus essay to the class. He was a somewhat dour man—although my guess is he tried to have a good heart—and the big takeaway was “that fucking rock is going to be the end of me.” (Not that Camus actually said that, it’s just how it was taught and how at that time—17 years old and feeling powerless—I took it.) As I aged I saw that there is so much more. I love your consideration of the pebble. I still keep telling myself that a rock is really just a temporarily well-organized collection of pebbles, and it can be buried by more pebbles.
Thank you for this multi-faceted view of all this. My English teacher in 12th grade assigned the Myth of Sisyphus essay to the class. He was a somewhat dour man—although my guess is he tried to have a good heart—and the big takeaway was “that fucking rock is going to be the end of me.” (Not that Camus actually said that, it’s just how it was taught and how at that time—17 years old and feeling powerless—I took it.) As I aged I saw that there is so much more. I love your consideration of the pebble. I still keep telling myself that a rock is really just a temporarily well-organized collection of pebbles, and it can be buried by more pebbles.