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0每天五分钟听经典英文故事，读绘本，磨耳朵。一个人把巨石推上山，石头又滚下来，加缪却要我们想象他是幸福的。
Today, Duoji is telling you about The Myth of Sisyphus, by Albert Camus
A man pushes a huge rock up a mountain
It rolls down
He walks down and pushes again
The gods gave him this punishment, and it never ends
Yet Camus asks us to imagine that this man is happy
Watch the walk down
A moment ago his cheek was on the stone, his shoulder under the weight, his muddy hands pushing it up inch by inch
Then the long effort ended, and the rock rolled back down
Now he walks toward it, heavy and even, knowing what comes
If he still believed one more push would keep the rock on top, his pain would have a hope
But Sisyphus knows there's no such push
He sees it clearly, nothing hidden
Camus stops and looks at this man
The same clarity can come on an ordinary day
Get up, take the bus, work, eat, work again, sleep
Monday passes, Tuesday follows, and one day a person asks, why
What he did without thinking yesterday now needs an explanation
Tomorrow he'll still get up and work, but where is it going
He wants his labor to mean something, his scattered life to be one whole he understands
The world won't answer
The man who asks and the world that stays silent face each other
Camus calls that clash the absurd
A sharper question follows
If you can't find the meaning of life, is life not worth living
He asks about that step
Is there a necessary link between "I can't explain life" and "I must end it"
His answer is no
Ending a life removes the asker, and the clash goes too
But it doesn't say how to face the world
Others leap past reason into faith and hand the unknown to eternity
Camus refuses that too
He won't pretend he has an answer he doesn't
He wants to live inside the question
The asking stays, the silence stays
Neither is erased
Every day he faces the clash again
That is revolt
On the hillside, Sisyphus is still walking down
This mountain wasn't always all he knew
In one legend, before he died, he told his wife not to bury him, to test her love
She obeyed
In the underworld he asked to go back and punish her
He was allowed to return
Once he tasted water, saw the sun, the warm stones and the sea, he didn't want to return
He lived on earth for years and wouldn't leave, despite the calls and warnings
So the messenger of the gods dragged him back
The rock was waiting
He had loved the earth
Now its happiness is a memory, and he must walk back to the rock
The road down hurts
Camus doesn't wipe that away
What he lost can turn so vivid it's hard to bear
Clarity alone doesn't make anyone happy
But Camus saw something else
Sisyphus saw the whole fate the gods gave him and kept no last hope for them
He can despise this judgment
It is still carried out
His contempt stays
He bears the work without agreeing they're right
This revolt brings no pardon
The rock will fall again
Where is freedom left
Camus looks at the life a person really lives
Death makes eternal freedom impossible
It shows how much of today he held back for tomorrow
That tomorrow is gone, and what can be felt and done now becomes urgent
An actor knows the curtain will fall, and still lives a character's love and pain on stage
A creator knows the work may be destroyed, and still shapes it
Neither solves the absurd
Both keep giving themselves to life
That's the freedom and passion Camus finds
Life is limited, and you feel it as fully as you can
Back to Sisyphus
The summit isn't closer, the punishment isn't shorter
But when he looks back, his actions, his memories, his labor join into a life that is his own
The judgment of the gods can't speak it for him
Here happiness becomes possible
It sits with the pain, with the revolt, with work that has no end
So Camus says, we must imagine Sisyphus happy
He leaves Sisyphus at the foot of the mountain
The rock is still there
Every grain on it, every fleck of mineral on that dark peak, makes a world
