Based on an essay by Albert Camus and two summers of farming. What can we find in futility and endless laboring?
“...the wholly human security of two earth-clotted hands. At the very end of his long effort measured by skyless space and time without depth, the purpose is achieved.”
“Happiness and the absurd are two sons of the same earth” http://dbanach.com/sisyphus.htm
80 pound, hollow cement sphere filled with seeds. Pushed around its axis, the act of dissemination of seeds results in destruction as they are ground with each pass.