Abstract

Beware the man within, who blinds us to our true desires. In the end, we may not know what became of him, but like Sisyphus, we are all condemned to push the boulder of our delusions. Yet in the weight and the climb, beneath the crushing burden, we catch the faintest glimmer of truth-a fleeting spark in the darkness, the meaning we carve out from our endless struggle. We always must remember that our only companion on this journey is the pure gift of humanity-the ability to perceive the world as art, the capacity to romanticize.