As the Christians have it, Monday is the day when the souls in hell resume their suffering after a reprieve on Sunday. As we push our respective boulders through the oncoming week, perhaps we can learn to look at daily obligations as microcosmic confirmations of our mortality. With life comes an infinitude of chances to dictate our immediate futures. We are not dead, and we should never feel bound to routine. It is easy to desire change or fear it; it can be difficult to actualize progress or preservation. Metamorphose those mundane Mondays.