I would come across this phrase in an adventure game. Not the first time I have heard it and certainly not the last. Derived of the fate of King Sisyphus, it represents the never-ending toil of what would superficially seem meaningful. In efforts of pure intent, the hill shall stand in the way of the gargantuan task of a round piece of mass getting onto the other side. While the boulders are rolling up and down the hill, could we all just be animated pieces of rock in Newton’s cradle of perpetuation?
There exists the art of telling the future. We have all heard stories where the unfathomable visions had become dreaded (and sometimes blessed) occurrences. In most cases he is the peddler in the middle of the desert – offering much to whoever wishes to indulge its supply, yet seemingly unneeded in the harsh sandy dunes and even dobbed a mirage of convoluted explanations. Yet while many have been left starstruck from this experience we have left our dynamic pieces of hopeful selves to conjure up fickle and often unfavorable reasonings to the unexplainable
“An act of satanism!” cries the religious
“Deluded but cheap entertainment” from a socialite
“A misconstrued theory!” woes the intellect upon a path of Albert Einstein
And a small voice squeaks in some of us “an act of nature and a spiritual blessing”
While I do not doubt the possibility and true accounts of the experienced, I do still strongly believe there is a great element of change. Does it come from plugging out of the Matrix, putting on the hat of the Adjustment Bureau or a taste of the law of attraction? Or perhaps we are treading along a never-ending cycle, with the voice that speaks the loudest dictating our thoughts.