But consider the bear, man - consider the bear. Poor Ursa Major... trapped in a time loop, endlessly climbing the stairs and getting nowhere. His entire existence a Sysiphian joke, presented for our entertainment.
What does he imagine awaits at the top of the stairs? What goal motivates his endless quest? A maiden? Christopher Robin and a bowl of hunny? A rug, guaranteed to tie the whole room together?
I dunno, man, I dunno... I need to get out and score some more half & half, 'cause I feel the serious need for another White Russian coming on.