I have a compulsion to push the rock. Perhaps it's because I don't see any other way. There are other possibilities, yet I still toil at this seemingly unfulfillable task. Is it fear of a different, more dreadful punishment, or is it because I fear the possibilities that I cannot predict?
I wonder if all that I feel is b/c of fear, but perhaps it has nothing to do with fear at all. These are the people we love and we used to dream with. To have that torn from us in such a cold and calculated way (regarless of how they may really be feeling)is painful. Moving the rock is a way to ease the pain and to be doing SOMETHING. You don't need to be punished, you have been human. That and all that comes with it should be cherished. As you are here and will be again to someone who loves you. I promise.
