Thom Yorke – All For The Best
The gods had condemned Sisyphus to a meaningless task. To ceaselessly roll a rock to the top of a mountain. At the top, the rock would roll down again and he had to start over.
And so he did.
Day in day out, he kept pushing.
But he accepted his fate.
And when he acknowledged the futility of his task and the certainty of his fate, he was freed to realize the absurdity of his situation and reach a state of contented acceptance.
The absurd hero who lived life to the fullest.
“Each atom of that stone, each mineral flake of that night filled mountain, in itself forms a world.”
“The struggle itself towards the heights is enough to fill a man’s heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.”
Thoughts on The Myth of Sisyphus by Albert Camus.