,Ichthus says:
"also, have a hunch the point of Nietzsche’s cave is meant for philosophers who never come back down from their glimpse of the Good… that, if it’
nemo says : "
Sysyphus may have , even after the first time he dropped it."
Feel free to elaborate.
Oh that’s a tough one involving synchrony discussed above between the events which appear as if…
they were separate .
If separate then Sisyphus is compelled for eternity since antiquity to repeat his routine from there to hear for even if ( (and as I am writing this I have to recollect hismemory of his original punishment) and at this point have to assign to the lack of memory the main culprit.
Now to connect the dots to why he was, ~ is obliged to repeat the journey ?
Maybe because forgetting what he saw lead him to the eternal repetition to force him to seek the light over and over again ( realizing his limitation ) and primarily to allay his fear of loosing his humanness.
It drives him on to find a permanence to a symbol which could become near absolutely permanent that , even if he drops it , he will have assurance just by glancing at it, hoping the image’s power will increase his strength every time he has to go back up the mountain.
The image and of renewed strength in the what the light leads him to believe will strengthen his recalling who he was meant to become and how not having incessantly to drop it , forgetting even where it landed.
His fear of it landing farther and farther as if it was a fruit farther away from the tree it has fallen from becomes doubly mixed with his realization of his own memory failing to remember why he can not just let it rest,both in the sense of just leaving it there unrecovered and satisfied with the image, developed in some time back in eternity of it still resting there, still, as if still there no need to worry about it being moved and hence not moving , on it’s own like it meant to move away and upsetting the natural stillness all around that tree from which it has fallen.
Surely the fear is compounded with judgement of the fruit that often is made by approximating the distance it fell from the tree and by the same token, how well it stood up to natural test of time elapsing since it fell.
But that,s digressing, and then it occurs to sysyphus that there is more to this incessant repetitious need to lessem the fear of recall of the image, that is becoming more complex like a hyper reflexive mirror,and can overcome the senses adding another fear that approaches insensibility toward the sensible and decides to set limits, and that act becomes the very mode of him loosing the ball again
The limits are set but they cause doubt as to why he set them in the first place, and that leads again to further inquire to the sufficiency of why he set them, leading to more and wider limits to be set on an accumulated downward slope , which erases more and more memory, while integrating ( by this time he is justified to use this word) the image with the largest limited bar he can think of , as the original.
In fact at that time and this , the double image has resulted in a belief that the original and the produced image near resemblance toward identity and everybody will then see this to be an unshakeable fact and all this happened way back and the dialectics if reason can avoid the feeling that the more repeated reassumtions with heavier weights to carry up eventually be put to a test ( like that if the judgement of Paris) to avoid a more recent test for love of three oranges.
But if fading memory is the culprit as the question come up in his mind that the particular becomes more indistinct with every climb, ( rather then the opposite way) then that that really becomes the basis of evil, and the fear of it.
So to cap up, it would be reasonable to believe some would not come back down from an image like certain philosophers, who had been fated to forge such an unshakeable singularly concrete and assured immediacy of the synchronous event, which nothing can shake assunder, but for most it’s always the need to back and remember, at the beginning how it was the last time and what made them drop the ball.
In fact more simply it is the drop of the rock of love and the loss of the way to live that simply is that power that Sysyphus is fearful to loose That loss can and does as it has over the span of history caused evil to break out it’s terrible head, and result in unimaginable acts of evil.
Please tell me you are not equating an aging woman to a rock, either her virtues of body or of soul… And since you seem to be referring to my use of the Sisyphus story, I feel like I need to clarify my rock is not a person.
Back to you. If you only think of a person as a responsibility/duty (divine drudgery), you’re robbing them (and yourself) of real love they (with you) need.
Someone who thinks of their wife like that never loved her. OR looked in the mirror. (The last one is frustrating because men usually get better looking with age, but anyway—I’ve met some pretty attractive men that went from 10 to 0 just by opening their mouth… but not 0 in God’s eyes… who am I?? over here with my potty mouth, lol, but my reasons are not petty.)
If you can’t remember why you loved her at first, find new reasons. Woo her as if you never knew her. You never did, even if you remember & still love her. We’re in flux.
And if she shows evidence of loving you… love that, and love in her the holes you fill. Don’t take it for granted. Use it like that stuff you put under the kindling to spark a flame.
Apologies if I misread you. It reminds me of this sign my mom has in her kitchen about lifelong marriage being falling in love with the same person over & over again. A rock is a very bad image. A dance partner is a better one.
There is no one Good but God. Socrates & Kant dancing around his fire.
God is a bachelor 
but he has two eternal dance partners, plus us. It’s complicated.
Never stop dancing to that strange song rarely heard.
As a divorced person, I will just say, I never learned to tango, and take all of the above with a grain of salt.
Nothing comes as a surprise. That expectation to become substantive in the allotted forum’ which presumingly should have been slotted into the metaphysically reduced and reversely , shows some degree of projecting the the concrete toward the formative, as if such reversals of fate could be identical with reversals of fortune.
Although this can actually be balanced on a very precise scale, it serves ( by utility) very little use , marginally expressed.
So missing the point entirely is way contrary to the dance .
If the dance between Socrates and Kant is to become anything but a wasted fugue, ( with a w( hole) lot of cacaphony and dissonence factored in) , then , …
and here is the first cut~ limit that I blame the evil of sentiment for~ (( others being less fortunate))…cut…
I think I have reached the limits of understanding.
Which means I need to do my homework.
I have to choose now between mommy and homework, ok at least that will keep me busy deciding and why so.
Homework is my mommy until 12/16/22. Then, I will explore whatever options are obvious.
Barring an angel appearing & telling me yada yada yada.
God bless You until such time.My humble prayers go with You, please accept them as a token.
Thanks. I need them.
But I don’t covet them. Because… that never made sense to me.
What would you have me pray with respect to you? I pray whatever God wills.
That He shall not abandon us.
“if we are faithless, he remains faithful, for he cannot disown himself.”
2 Timothy 2:13 NIV
Start over from 1.
Ichthus says :
" Truth always withstands the fires of reason. Anyway… I just got done watching The Map of Tiny Perfect Things. So good.
But (back) by the way. Whenever I read the existentialists who say we would carry-on with our value finding and meaning creating just the same whether or not God exists… I have to laugh. It’s no wonder they converted before death.
Even Nietzsche acknowledged the hunger. I bet that horse bore the full weight of the sudden insight that connected the dots."
men(o) I say(s):
Life is pre programmed to a tune of adapting to the image (a)nation of tiny children
Without it there can not progression be had for the Good, only reasons found for causa belli
That’s why those who hurt children make terrible leaders—killing them, trafficking them, exploiting their parents, throwing nuclear tantrums. At least until after the Turn.
Millstone it to the Ground.
Then pick ‘em back up to …love More.
Adventure! Resurrection! Maranatha!
dragon slaying maniacal laughter with sword aimed high
2
Sometimes 2 is skipped and go directly to 3.
You get 2 thrown in 
Like into a lion’s den, I could bet 49 to 50. Not that hasn’t always been a mode of operation of using that sqeaky edge to upset the full crum.
So even thise starved doggies may catch on to it…
Ouch, here I go gain , like biting a feeding hand.
Course poker faced presuming no one cheats.
Daniel didn’t do so bad, gotta love them cats.