Chapter 3 Part 1 of 2:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8YzabSdk7ZA



"Yourself?" Now a man, the former adolescent was curious. He stared at the elder who'd become lost in thought.

"Suffering...is universal...it happens everywhere... in every form you can imagine..." the elder began slowly, seemingly ignoring the question.

"Look at the bird," he smiled as a bird, one of its wings bandaged, hopped onto him and began chirping a song.



The bird's music filled the silence between the two figures silhouetted in the darkness.

After it faded, he continued,

"...as universal this suffering is... One must find appropriate ways of solving them...some of us, unfortunately, by ourselves..."



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Chapter 2:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2i2khp_npdE

The boy, now an adolescent, stared into the fire as he spoke the question that the elder had expected.

"Why did you fall?"

"Chasing the sun...Everyone's destined to fall. Even prosperous empires fall...The problem with falling is how you get up...I never got up."

"...Go on..."

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rEgRzLXqWUI



Sisyphus was a man who was forever punished for his deceitful craftiness in his desire for power.

When I found myself in hell, I knew my sins could not be forgiven. I tried to reach the sun, but it had disappeared from my reach, and I was destined to forever push a huge boulder up the hill, and to watch as my work became undone before me.



I knew that this boulder contained all the burdens that were accumulated from my carelessness. Yet...I still wanted to seek the easy way out.

I consulted myself...and I hoped.

Chapter 1:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LHCob76kigA

It was dark.

The kid had been running through the forest for hours. There was no doubt he was lost. However, something caught his eye. It was a camp fire. He approached it.

Coming into a clearing, he saw an old hunchback tending the fire.

"John?" the uttered whispers surrounded the kid, who was surprised.

"Yes! How do you know? I want to find my way back!"

"You came searching for knowledge. I know. You cannot go back."

"...yes... Old man, you have something to tell me?"

"A story."

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZY4Zd2HpJ8c



Icarus was the son of a talented inventor. He was given the wings that allowed him to fly.

I was also given these wings.Oh they flew alright. I loved the way they allowed me to soar through the air. I felt I could fly anywhere.

But you know how the higher you fly, the harder you fall?
Well I flew too high, and fell to the depths of hell.