sysiphus (sp?) pulled one over on the gods. sysiphus loved rolling his boundler up his hill--in his punishment he wedded his boulder and hill until the end of his days. he alone pushed his boulder, and he alone climbed his hill--so he could love them without limit, on all scales. After a few years, he could map the anthills between his toes. Dwarfed by these enormous realities, the top itself faded into a vague and irrelevant illusion.