Where would the torture be, indeed if at every step the hope of succeeding upheld him?
The lucidity that was to constitute torture at the same time crowns our victory.
We conclude that all is well. And that remark is sacred. It echoes in the wild, and limited universe of man. It teaches that all is not, has not, been exhausted. It drives out of this world a god who had come into it with dissatisfaction and a preference for futile suffering. It makes of fate a human matter, which must be settled among men.
Teaches the higher fidelity that negates the gods and raises rock. The universe henceforth without a master seems to him neither sterile nor futile.
We’re acknowledging the pointless human existence and the human condition. We’re the rebellion. We’re partying inspite of it!