As my friends who work hard, start their week on Monday morning round the world, I offer the quote from Albert Camus’s marvelous essay “The Myth of Sisyphus” about the Greek hero Sisyphus (whom he calls the proletarian of the Greek heroes), who defied the Gods, and in punishment was sentenced for all eternity to roll a rock upwards, and then have it crash back down the slope and have to repeat the task. Bit like working on an assembly line?
This quote kept me smiling in the craziness of Labor Relations 24/7.
“I leave Sisyphus at the foot of the mountain. One always finds one’s burden again. But Sisyphus teaches the higher fidelity that negates the Gods and raises rocks. He too concludes that all is well. This universe henceforth without a master seems to him neither sterile nor futile. Each atom of that stone, each mineral flake of that night-filled mountain, in itself, forms a world. The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man’s heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.”