When the images of earth cling too tightly to memory, when the call of happiness becomes too insistent, it happens that melancholy rises in man’s heart: this is the rock’s victory, this is the rock itself. The boundless grief is too heavy to bear. These are our nights of Gethsemane.
–Albert Camus, from “The Myth of Sisyphus”
An angel from heaven appeared to him and strengthened him. And being in anguish, he prayed more earnestly. So says Dr Luke, who also diagnoses the disciples sleeping during this time as exhausted from sorrow
For words and pictures that again touch heart and spirit, I say yes and thank You.