Author: Ilya Rosenfeld
Co-authors: Prometheus,
Sisyphus, Tantalus, Ishtar, Jormungandr
Introduction:
Greetings, fellow
travelers of eternity! This is not just a book — it's a journey that you’ll
embark on with heroes trapped in their endless cycles. Prometheus, Sisyphus,
Tantalus, Ishtar, and Jormungandr are the storytellers of this tale, where it’s
not just about the myths and their punishments but about how they’ve learned to
live with them.
Each of
them will share their story, their experiences, and their philosophical musings
on how their punishments became their destiny, and how destiny itself became a
part of their lives. They don’t fight what happens to them; they’ve learned to
laugh about it. Laughter and humor have become their way of keeping their
sanity and uplifting each other in this never-ending cycle.
What truly
matters in life? It’s not what happens to us, but how we see it, how we relate
to it. And the heroes, whose fates are untouched by time, will teach us this
lesson through their stories. In their tales lies a profound truth — how we
perceive events, our attitude toward them, and the choices we make within, is
what defines us as alive.
So, let us
begin this journey, filled with humor and deep reflections. Join us in this
mythological adventure where every word is a step toward understanding, and
every chapter is an attempt to grasp what it really means to be free within
one’s eternal fate.
Chapter 1: Jörmungandr
The
World Serpent’s Tale: The Eternal Cycle and First Encounters
I am
Jörmungandr. The World Serpent. I have existed since the beginning, when the
world was still empty and cold, before light and darkness met in their eternal
struggle. My life is not just a cycle. It is infinity. I am the child of Loki,
and I am destined to be a part of this world to maintain balance, but also to
destroy it when Ragnarok comes.
The cyclic nature of my life is not up to me. I am part of this cycle, but the concept of "cycle" is completely foreign to my essence. I know that everything will end in Ragnarok. But when? And how? After all, I, like the world itself, revolve. I do not change. All I can do is observe.
My present
is an endless cycle. I coil around this world, my tail wrapping around it
endlessly, and everything repeats. One day, I may stop spinning, but that will
only mean one thing — the end of all cycles. Inspiring? No. It is merely
inevitability. But every day is a chance to observe. I watch the world, seeing
how everything repeats, changing only slightly. I cannot influence it. All I
can do is watch.
What comes
next? I am eternally stuck in this. My existence is an eternal loop, and with
every new turn, I see others who experience their fates just as I do. We are
all different, and yet the same. How is this possible?
My journey
has been long and lonely, until one day, at some turn in time, I met others who
were also trapped in their own endless loops. Tantalus, Sisyphus, Prometheus,
Ishtar... Each of them carries their own story, each of them is locked in their
endless punishment, but each one has found a way to not just exist, but to come
to terms with it. In their eyes, I saw what I myself felt: infinite repetition.
We are all here, in this great cycle, as both participants and observers of
fate. All of us, like me, have confronted infinity, but in our suffering, there
is something more.
I first met
Prometheus when he tried to bring fire to humanity.
"Why?" I asked him, smirking, as he stood with flame in hand, ready
to bring light. His struggle was doomed from the start. But he was full of
resolve. And, despite knowing that his punishment would continue, I felt
strength in him. It wasn’t just a blaze. It was a symbol. A symbol that even in
an eternal cycle, one can find meaning. I began to respect him for the way he
views his fate. He does not avoid it. He fights it, and that gives him meaning.
I met
Sisyphus when he was rolling his boulder.
I watched him, as he pushed the heavy stone upward again and again, knowing
that it would always roll back down. It’s amazing how some can accept their
cycle with such calm. I saw him in a moment of laughter, as he joked about his
situation. His laughter was strange, and I couldn’t help but smile, realizing
that in his world, the boulder and suffering are just another form of
existence.
Ishtar…
When I met her, she was near the gates of the underworld, full of beauty and
grace. But I could sense the same pain in her. She looked into the future,
where her fate was just as cyclical as mine. But despite her beauty and poise,
I knew her situation was no less harsh. Yet, in her gaze, there was something
more than mere acceptance — she had learned to find meaning in it. In her
words, there was always something deeply philosophical.
Our fates
intertwine. Perhaps we are all heroes in one great story. We have all
confronted cyclicality. We have all accepted our fate. And yet, despite it,
each of us continues to move forward, learning from our mistakes, fighting,
laughing, and perhaps even finding new meaning in this endless return.
Perhaps we
are all stuck, but in this stagnation, we have found our strength.
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