“The struggle itself towards the heights is enough to fill a man’s heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.”
I enjoyed my dabbling in existentialism. The early 90’s were ripe for this cause, and I still hold dear plenty of that same Spirit. It is compartmentalized in its own container, and I take it out for play on occasion. I’m opening lots of random portals lately, visiting overgrown playgrounds and having fun.