The poem wrings
The poem
wrings from life
the precious
:- Doug.
Where do you get the grace to receive help joyfully?
:- Doug.
Archive for December 3rd, 2021
His own hand and beak
That we will war with ourselves, with our better natures, means it is uphill all the way. Sisyphus rolling his ball, Prometheus having his liver eaten out, but each by his own hand and beak. Though there be no hope, the work is our duty, and for some of us at least, our oracle, our sentence, our decision. We must steal the fire!
I don’t like Sisyphus because of his violence against humans. Then again, he is the symbol of humanity’s refusal to human better. Further, Sisyphus was punished by the gods for twice cheating death, not for his meanness and viciousness.
:- Doug.
