Monday, April 28, 2014

A letter to E.

(ES)

 

Hello E,

I haven't found  time nor words to respond, and after reading your letter on several occasions and at different times, it was not until today that I found the right word: recommence.

    "All Sisyphus' silent joy is contained therein. His fate belongs to him"

    "The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man's heart . One must imagine Sisyphus happy"

    The myth of Sisyphus - Albert Camus



Recommence. I also fancy you happy, as well as Sisyphus, fully aware of your existence, of your freedom and of a fate that belongs to you. Recommence, again and again: that is the human dimension. Recommence to make yourself again, in that neverending construction project that is the human being. Recommence despite the absurd, the successes, the failures, the fears, the certainties... despite the life itself. Because life is that: recommence.

In your search for the Absolute, you have found the truth inside of you, where it always was, where it always will be.

You, like Sisyphus, in the hour of consciousness, are superior to your fate; stronger than your rock.


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