Once upon a time, Sisyphus said, “It rolled down! What a relief!” He laughed, he wiped his brow, then once again he started to roll his boulder uphill. Halfway up he said, “Making progress! Good!” Near the top he said, “Almost there! Great!” And soon after that he said, “It rolled down! What a relief!” He laughed, for one must imagine Sisyphus happy.
Moral: Change is a fact but progress is an opinion.
I stole “il faut imaginez Sisyphe heureux” from Albert Camus.
Proud Zeus over-reached; for if Sisyphus’s fate is torment, then so is all labor, and so is all life. Fortunately there is Nirvana within Samsara.