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If one sees Sisyphus as content,
Elated
In his languish, his anguish, his torment
Its unchanging nature
Its unceasing way
Never sway, it shall, in the winds of time
Forever into perpetuity,
Absurd though it may be,
For it be he who holds control of his state in his state of desolation,
In the certainty his life provides,
So too must one see God disillusioned, dissatisfied
For holding all control in all things
Means nothing which means anything
For anything can be anything at all
Since anything can be anything at
All.


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