THE SEEKER OF THE ABSURD

When I think that we get so tired that my mind rushes to the Divine Traveler.

Its fire is always lit, its frequency always broadcast with an unstoppable urge to move.

And so he went, went suddenly, both to his and everyone's surprise, he went.

Actually he wasn't sure where, but he knew he had to.

And so, wandering in the dark, the unknown was his home.

In his continuous wandering and seeking, really not knowing what he is seeking, he reached into the profound depths,

the conscience, the memory, to build upon ancient ruins solid castles and unconquerable fortresses.

And so he became strong, stronger, almost invincible, that seeker of the absurd.

And only by looking within himself.

And then if I think that we tire ourselves out so much.