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The other day I was wathcing Dan move snow (again) and as often happens, something just popped into my head. Something I remembered from high school. So off I was to search the web and I found it......

This was take from "The Myth of Sisyphus by Albert Camus"
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.

and there's Dan in his own purgatory of futile and hopeless labor, moving the snow only to have it blow back in tomorrow...and tomorrow....and tomorrow.....