Operation: Mound, not Pit

No matter what we do, we toil. If we do nothing at all, our desires and regrets and anxieties still put us into a state of toil. This toil is akin to digging a pit. A pit is something you hide in, isolated, invisible from a distance. We can can be contented with our hole, but it is a lonely contentment. I am tired of digging a hole, all the worry without any of the result. I want to build a mound, like the native americans, a Ziggeraut like the central Americans. I want my digging to show up, to be something I can climb up and look out from, something that can be seen for miles, and will stand, changed daily and nightly by time and perspective, for thousands of years. I want my suffering to eternalize me, to speak to my spirit, to my humanity. Im tired of my pit.