In spite of our best efforts, Atlas still shoulders his burden of sin.
Livers are torn and bleeding on endless, storm-wracked beaches.
And...
The stone continues to shift and slip from the grasp of weary Sisyphus.
Are there angels to counter the demons of our better natures?
Or is the better nature the cruel lie we have wrapped around ourselves...
A civilized shroud to cover our animal shame.
For all his uncomplaining silence, don't be surprised if...
Or rather...when
Atlas shrugs.
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