Been thinking about this. A star athlete’s hubris fails them. Society feasts, relishing their plunge into Dante’s Seventh Circle, where arrogance is punished—boiled in blood for harming others, turned into trees for self-destruction, burned for rejecting God. Yet, the American soul craves redemption. When the fallen rise, humbled, we cheer. Why? Our soul, shaped by renewal, sees in their comeback our own hope: to error, suffer, and transcend. We are at the end of Act 1. Let's see what Act 2 brings