The Myth of Damen Fung

THE GODS, THE EXAM BOARD had boarded all of mankind to boredly roll rocks to the top of the academic ladder, whence some unlucky individuals would fall back of their own weight! THEY MEN be with him, though thine own mind hath a divide: Of what divine reason thou justifiest for letting one rest from the deity of the boulder of revision material?

Damen Fung doubt they men. They men have a terrifying ordeal that originated from what once hath been a myth, a total myth: that one where thy legend Sisyphus push up a figurative rock!

But this time it is REAL. And they throw the boulder right at him.

地,MEN,風.

It is an endless struggle. Beautiful if it is a myth, a fairytale, or a food of thought. Horrible if it is real, which makes it a tragic tale, which has consequences so blatantly obvious that even a fool can think!

地球

THEY MEN all start here. As doth our protagonist, Damen Fung, predestined to belong. The rules of the Earth, the mountains, the boulders: as doth Damen, Damen knows no way off, no way of. No way of avoiding absurd agonizing forces, if it is of the Earth, and it cannot be put off! For he IS the Earth. He IS material. He IS physical. And he WILL recoil a bit when heavy weights are forcefully pushed towards him.

MEN

THEY MEN are men of the Earth too. As they do has doth manly things. They, along with Damen Fung, live precisely like men, growing up, accepting the rocks, conquering the rocks... They use manual force! Nights and days! But as the days go by, the "dough" of life becomes apparent: they, ones of man, they do want to live once more.

風

THEY MEN have not realized the Wind Gods, the Pressure Gods, whose thyselves were also pressured, who had also thought and fought for days, "What can we do if they had already overcame the rocks, throwing them into the seawater? SIMPLE! We just blow more rocks at them until they cannot handle it no longer!" And thus, THEY, the MEN of the EARTH, along with DAMEN FUNG, are blown further and further from the goal, the life, that the men of the Ancient Lands once had!

颱風

THEY MEN versus THY GODS hath been ineluctable all along. Fightable, but the ending is always fateful. DAMEN, along with THE MEN, want to fight this together? THE GODS hath already thought of this thought for fought. They give the mountain of boulders, the same load, to all! "Let's pretend your team has a stake. While the Typhoon of the Pressure to Each has already been planned through throughly."

And the typhoon blows away THE ''OTHER'' men of dissent, the descent of the boulders cannot be blown away with hopes! No words, no complaints, no revolutions will calm the ANGER of the GODS! Rather, they are not angry. They are so ready!

And they men may not. May not be so ready. They are born to a BOX, of ROCKS, from the GODS! The typhoon. A bold burst of boulders, mutualizing of their minds...

And THY GODS knew what they were doing all along! Days divine wrath, thy destinious trap: forced to brawl, thy condition of MEN, die in a fray, a scrabble of grades engraved art thy graves!

Not much of THEY MEN is known afterwards. THEY MEN look at the "delightful" path of the past! THEY MEN are THEY MEN who paved the path in the first place! Or was it already pre-determined to have been paved this way long ago?

Yet Damen keep pushing the boulder. They smell the wind, yet 地聞風 pushes it away, for he is material, along with the boulder. The Wind Gods, Typhoon Gods, unfightable forces of nature, the bringers of the pressure...

Damen, the sage, pressured, try to press the presage away with his own pressure! Nonetheless the rock is still rolling. The winds, for his side, and the ones against his side, too, are still blowing! I leave Damen at the foot of the mountain! One always finds one’s burden again.

But Damen had been taught of his conscience, that the only way of moving forward, still within the endless struggle, is of negating the gods and raising rocks. He too concludes that all may be well. The Earth henceforth, the days, may be neither sterile nor futile. Each mineral of each stone in itself may form a world for Damen.

The struggle itself toward the heights fills his heart with something, eerily nostalgic, yet unfamiliar; can THOU, the reader, imagine it to be happy, in real life, in material reality, at all? That is the food for thought, for you, beloved reader, yes, you, yourself.