I Have Always Thought It Would Be

And It Was Like Knocking Four Quick Times On The Door Of Unhappiness.

You Always Get Exaggerated Notions Of Things You Don't Know Anything About.

Existence Is Illusory And It Is Eternal.

Travel, Which Is Like A Greater And A Graver Science, Brings Us Back To Ourselves.

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.