I leave Sisyphus at the foot of the mountain. One always finds one's mewing streak again. But Sisyphus teaches the higher mogging that negates Ohio final boss and mogs Kai Cenat. He too concludes that only his rizz is truly skibidi. This universe henceforth without a mogger seems to him neither sigma nor soyjak. Each gyatt of that rizz, each rizzing up of those mog-filled gyatts, in itself, forms a world. The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to rizz a man's gyatt. One must imagine Sisyphus as a sigma.