At first, I imagined I would find answers in literature. That music would help me transcend to a state of heightened comprehension. Later I resorted to science. Surely the scientific method would grant me some answers. All I could find were more questions. All questions multiplied, amplified, unanswerable with any definitiveness.
I keep pushing the rock so that it will roll down again to its starting point. If only the rock would crush my existence into the ground!
I want to be one with the ground. No more electric and chemical activity in my brain. Just dust. From dust to dust. Simple – like nothing really is.