**** these ****** toils, over & over & over again - well, looks like i'm all alone, and there's no one forcing me to roll this rock up that ****** hill - might as well sit next to it, or across from it, and simply look at it; i'm bound to find thinking entertaining - there must be a circus of giggling mimes and weeping clowns up there in the stratosphere of abstract... i guess people rarely treat thought as an inanimate object, never || (pause) button - always narrating, but never writing a book - always "that" agitated thought - the blooming tree - the insipid monotonous cartesian re- (short of an -s) - how "original", to have "sinned" by simply repeating - plagiarising - the supposedly "original" sin? the gods became bored; and my, what a heavenly tedium, that they decided to hint their boredom by claiming atheism "thinking" that would spice things up... now they look down and exclaim: great! just more of pompous knot-it-alls... oh, right know-it-alls... back to sisyphus - o why didn't he start contemplating the rock? after all, sisyphus invented the concept of a philosopher's stone.