Think of all the times you've said: If only I'd known THEN what I know NOW. Well, what if you did? What if, when you came to the end of your life, you suddenly found yourself young again, advanced into the future, given a fresh, new life?
Would that be wonderful? Of course, you may say. But, what if it happened again? And then again? And then again after that?
Life changes a person. If you doubt this, look in a mirror. The innocence of childhood gives way to the naïvete of youth, which gives way to the pragmatism of maturity and maybe the cynicism of age.
If one life does this to a person, what would repeated, multiple lives do? If it happened to you, what kind of person would you become in your second or third or fourth life, or in even more after that?
Sisyphus, in ancient Greek mythology, was a king who so appalled the Greek gods, that finally he was condemned to the underworld where he was made to roll a giant rock up a mountain. The trouble was, as soon as he neared the top, it rolled back down, and he was compelled to start all over again. This continued, over and over, everyday, for eternity.
Would repeated lives, over and over, be wonderful, or would they become a horrible torment, like the rock of Sisyphus?
This is the story of a man to whom this happens.
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