“It happens that the stage sets collapse. Rising, streetcar,four hours in the office or the factory, meal, streetcar,for hours of work, meal, sleep, and Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday according to the same rhythm-this path is easily followed most of the time. But one day the ”why" arises and everything begins in that weariness tinged with amazement"
Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus
"Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large and contain multitudes)
Walt Whitman, Song of Myself
“He never sleeps, the judge. He is dancing, dancing. He says that he will never die.”
Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or, the Evening Redness in the West