“I am blind and wish to be able to see and I know that night has no end. All is well. I have no boss. The gods have lost their power. Each splinter of this nighty mountain entails the whole world for me. The fight against summits might fill hearts of men. We must consider sisypha as a happy person. Especially at that moment when she turns to life (a sisypha who goes back to her stone), she reflects things without relations which become her destiny, which are united in memories and end with her death. Sisypha is a heroine of the absurd. She knows about her misery: These are her thoughts when climbing down the hill. The knowledge which should be her burden, is her victory.” Alberta Camus.

"How can sisypha be happy with all her mountains of laundry, which she is carrying on to the mountain of work, welcoming her at night with new dirt. This is absurd, heroically she moves every moment towards the summit. On her side there is a blockbuster, who hammers in her memories and sculptures her head which had become stone. She knows all details, of course. Without end. Yet with end. End of life. Then it´s over. Luck requires different ways of looking at it. When she looks back on the path she has climbed, and looks at the stone rolling down, then, finally she has time for tranquility and peace. Thoughtful peace. Pregnant with memories. The dragon will spit on her neck within her fiery passion. Then, she might sit with Hades and clean all marble boulders."
by Ruth Mateus-Berr

The venus of sisyphA is sitting in a lotus position, stressless holding a heavy stone.