But don’t you see? Why won’t you see? Heaven, it’s the Sabbath. It is rest.
Every achievement we make, yes I understand, it is nothing. And maybe the only achievement we achieve is that realization, that we haven’t reached it yet.
Everything ends. Heaven is the end, or at least the end we want. It is the other place that Sisyphus rolls his boulder—an end without ending.
I’m tired too. Believe me. But I let you run things, and you ran them into the ground. How close were we to taking some leap off the road in an “accident”?
Tale Told 