Myths

I remember reading Nietzsche’s Myth of Eternal Recurrence some years ago and every time I sigh I think that it is a sigh I have sighed before (remembering his accounts). Whether his notions are true or not is something I cannot say, but I do believe it is unlikely that there would be no variance, or evolution to a life. By his telling, we could never transpire past our current state in any new way, and we would eternally be naïve to our imprisonment. His notions seem to outline hell, or at least a version of a scary, unwavering, ordered, constrained and cyclical existence, which is hell to me.
This also conjures up another story and it’s description of hell. The story from Greek mythology of “Orpheus and Eurydice”, explains that on his trip to the underworld it is observed that the dead have been condemned to live out eternity by carrying out the same tasks yielding the same results. One such fate doomed a soul to push a large bolder up a steep incline and upon reaching the summit having, all at once, it hurl itself back to the base. In this case, I am unsure if the damned was oblivious to their fate, or conscious and simply not in control of their actions. Either way both accounts make me cringe.

Questions???
So, the world that one exists within would then also have to be the same in order for the same experiences to transpire, right? Does this mean that there are pockets or frozen segments of time where everything is just stuck for eternity?
If true, does this mean that the cyclical motion of energy through repetitive circumstance of such a life (imprisonment) would create a cell? Maybe, one of the fundamentals and building blocks to a much larger existence, as if it were one of the many carrier codes?
This idea of being is a state of perpetual stagnation, wouldn’t we wear ourselves down as our souls (energy) is only transferred to less and less desirable forms? It seems to me that this life over a span would become more and more diluted. Then again time is a construct of man, a measuring device, as are all of these properties, in which case, who knows what governs death...?