i see no point of sisyphus and prayer: for if there be a "meaningless" in both work, and prayer: why execute the former and have to excuse the latter? i don't believe in a priest-caste... that's neither capitalist nor communist... i don't get why working has to be infringed with praying... no prayer: because prayer is but a wish: every manifested itself into becoming a carpenter that crafted a chair to sit on: god: kneel... you don't need a chair but a desire to kneel... that most certainly undermines a work ethic: given that sisyphus wasn't toiled with perpetual praying: but rather through perpetuated toils of an abstract of a menial task; the gods replies: better that than feeding our vanity (non-existence)... because it isn't so?

i've lived among animals,
i have lived among men,
   and i aspired to conjure gods...
the gods gave but one
meaning: the meaningless toil
"worth" a work, namely
the toils of *sisyphus:
   and i was undemanding
while there was a repetitive
act invoked: for, being a man:
i could perfect it...
   but then i returned to man
and found him in
lunatic: gesticulation...
  and i thought:
why pray: when you can't
perfect the practice
to no if any avail to guard
from evil?!
              what is work, then?
better be toiled with chore
among the gods,
than to chore with praying
before them...
  excused by them to
a mere kneel.
yet how perfect now:
the all encompassing majesty...
and the sacrament
of satan in Milton's terms:
far from the fruit:
                      bear the lie.
there is but one moral rule:
tell the truth;
   of course the golden rule of:
do unto others as you wish
to be done unto you...
       hence, i: recluse...
   i have abadoned crafting
a practice from this suggestion...
i have invested in
  abandoning said affairs
mediating the abandoning
in the superficial medium that
bypasses traditional power
structures of what would
aventually become
the publishers... rebel: yo-lo'h.
  before i get into a tirade:
i best end it there.