The Wisdom of Kafka

"Like a path in autumn: no sooner is it cleared than it is once again littered with fallen leaves." --The Zurau Aphorisms; #15

We look in every direction, and see before us only the Sisyphean futility of an unrelenting universe. Regardless of how many bills we pay, our desks remain eternally entrenched with past-due notices. Despite our unending number of friends, enemies, indifferent acquaintances and neighbors, we are forever meeting new people. No matter how many days we have wasted or seized, there is always tomorrow.

The wisdom of Kafka lies in his ability to see this futility, not as something dreadful or terrible, but as something akin to autumn leaves, gently falling upon the pathway; to be cleaned away or left alone, solely at our discretion.