Kettle wrote:But as for now, this particular Sisyphus is going to stop rolling this particular rock.
As I recall, in terms of the myth, the rock that Sisyphus was pushing up the hill was real. That makes the allusion somewhat less than satisfactory.
Perhaps Kettle is referring to Sisyphys the fashion consult associated with the tailors who sewed the Emperor's new clothes. Every now and then, he turns up in the village of the clear-eyed child and tries to get the inhabitants to accept the newest fashions from those tailors. When the villagers decline, he comes back with modifications, a different cut, higher hem-lines, more robust sewing, a different range of colours. But the villagers keep on declining, because it's not the quality or style of the attire that is the problem, it is the fact that they don't exist. No matter how engagingly Sisyphus/Kettle describes the product, or how enthusiastically, they aren't going to buy because they want what Sisyphus/Kettle can't provide - material (evidence) that they will get something for their investment.
If Sisyphus/Kettle want to wander around in such outfits, with his intellectual tackle hanging in the wind, then more power to him - but he's not going to get a sale in our village, thank you very much. Perhaps he should try down the road in Gullible Gulch, or maybe, even better, Credulous City.
(/me wanders off to raise the new sign: "Welcome to Skepticville: Please Think Carefully".)