Sam3 painting walls over the world

I'm amazed by the works Sam3 is doing in many cities of the world. The right one Sisyphus is rolling up the stone in a stair in Sicily.

Left: a evermoving rolling stair appears in Palestine.

A literary depiction of the moebius-strip and Sisyphus myth

 LOOP
 © Ben White 2002

"You mean it goes around in a loop?" 
"Exactly right, a loop, yes."
"I looked around the room. It was very small and very bare."
"There's no way out."
"None at all. We're stuck doing the same thing over and over again."
"You mean it goes around in a loop?"


The moebius-strip, joining the ends of the strip to form a loop, is very known and has already been at two posts at this blog.I loved this micro-fiction because it is a literary depiction of a moebius-strip and it also reminds me Camus's Sisyphus myth: "One must imagine Sisyphus happy" even tho he is condemned to repeat the same action for eternity.
Cheat: if you didn't get it compare the first and last sentence of the dialog.
I want to thank again Wilson Voight for introducing me another good text.  

One must imagine Sisyphus happy - Albert Camus

The Myth of Sisyphus Albert Camus

I found this .gif animation at a very interesting site I came across. I have already posted about the Myth of Sisyphus here. Just a reminder. Click at the link below the image to read Camus's text.

Escher Moebius strip and Camus's myth of Sisyphus

Here is a variant of the Moebius Strip formed out of Escher's ants walking forever and covering both sides of the ring. Click on this small movie on the right to see the real large version.
At this site "Escher for Real" there are works of Escher that are not illusions and they did a great work showing the real side of Escher's work.
I only pity these ants that will walk forever without going anywhere but I did a post about Camus Myth of Sisyphus so "One must imagine the ants happy".

One must imagine Sisyphus happy - Albert Camus

Excerpts from "The myth of Sisyphus" by Albert Camus. You can find the whole text here. "The gods had condemned Sisyphus to ceaselessly rolling a rock to the top of a mountain, whence the stone would fall back of its own weight. They had thought with some reason that there is no more dreadful punishment than futile and hopeless labor." "At the very end of his long effort measured by skyless space and time without depth, the purpose is achieved. Then Sisyphus watches the stone rush down in a few moments toward that lower world whence he will have to push it up again toward the summit. He goes back down to the plain." "It is during that return, that pause, that Sisyphus interests me. A face that toils so close to stones is already stone itself! I see that man going back down with a heavy yet measured step toward the torment of which he will never know the end. That hour like a breathing-space which returns as surely as his suffering, that is the hour of consciousness. At each of those moments when he leaves the heights and gradually sinks toward the lairs of the gods, he is superior to his fate. He is stronger than his rock." "One does not discover the absurd without being tempted to write a manual of happiness. "What!---by such narrow ways--?" There is but one world, however. Happiness and the absurd are two sons of the same earth. They are inseparable. It would be a mistake to say that happiness necessarily springs from the absurd. discovery. It happens as well that the felling of the absurd springs from happiness." "All Sisyphus' silent joy is contained therein. His fate belongs to him. His rock is a thing likewise, the absurd man, when he contemplates his torment, silences all the idols. In the universe suddenly restored to its silence, the myriad wondering little voices of the earth rise up." "I leave Sisyphus at the foot of the mountain! One always finds one's burden again. But Sisyphus teaches the higher fidelity that negates the gods and raises rocks. He too concludes that all is well. This universe henceforth without a master seems to him neither sterile nor futile. Each atom of that stone, each mineral flake of that night filled mountain, in itself forms a world. The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy." Albert Camus