As Sisyphus reached a million followers, the audience moved to a new platform where he would again start from zero and resume the climb.
“They named me for an old legend. A perfect being, whose fate was known to him and yet he still did as was told. His fate was this: move a rock to the top of this hill and become free’d. And so he did, and the stone tumbled down; and he tried evermore, always with the same result.
“And he was happy, for he knew every step, every action, every moment, perfectly."
“Do you understand the true curse of this name? Not to fail and then do once more – it was to always know how it would end. It was to have perfect knowledge.