The Myth of Sisyphus

So long as the mind keeps silent in the motionless world of its hopes, everything is reflected and arranged in the unity of nostalgia.
But with its first move this world cracks and tumbles: an infinite number of shimmering fragments is offered to the understanding.
We must despair of ever reconstructing the familiar, calm surface which would give us peace of heart.
-The Myth of Sisyphus
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