After years in long trance samadhi state, an extremely high ideal in my tiny estimation, but then to again find oneself looking for a body…

This, one might say is an exemplification of nihilist/ existentialist Albert Camus’ Myth of Sisyphus. Up and down goes the rock upon the hill pushed by man, just as the atma compelled by Nature/karma and associated divinities attains the greatest highs and then again is spat out to this degrading environment!

At least Camus and the likes as it has been posted previously asked themselves the point of it all. Well is there one, behind doing/acting for performance sake? What a let down! And, I thought they were a bunch of negative debonairs.

Does the quest of the philosophers’ stone and liberation both end right here where they started, on lowly little blue planet?Of course, this the trajectory of one particular yogi, and may not be commingled with another’s karmic path.