Albert Camus, the French-Algerian philosopher, penned The Myth of Sisyphus to epitomize the absurdity inherent in human existence. He posits that life, inherently meaningless, is nonetheless imbued with significance if we surrender to and relish the struggle, rather than deriding its futility. In my own mind, this struggle emerges as an unwavering commitment to personal introspection and the cultivation of conscious consciousness. This process is often suffused with a sense of impossibility - a conviction that it's futile to counteract the powerful tendency to persist in unconscious slumber facilitated by unrelenting streams of identification: "I am this", "I am that."

The inner work in a sense aligns with and emulates the Sisyphean task, as it undeniably requires immense effort for one to ascend to a state of being marked not by exhausting striving, but by the fluid, effortless awareness that constitutes our authentic Self - a realm of awareness immune to the capitations of time and suffering and liberated from the vicissitudes born from thought and emotion.

"Many fear that with the destruction of the mind, they themselves will cease to exist. But destruction of the mind is nothing to be feared. What we conceive of now as mind is only a combination of restlessness and dullness. By their elimination, the mind becomes pure. Such a mind is one's own real nature. The activities of one whose mind has been purified by Self-attention will continue to be done. He will even appear to do the work with greater attention and involvement. Yet he is unaffected and always stays in the felicity of non-dual bliss." -  Shri Ramana Maharshi

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