I rise and thrive when others rest, turning dreams into achievements. You cannot touch me, but I can push you toward greatness or exhaustion.

Round and round, I always go, Ending where I start, you know. Time, or wheels, or seasons, too. A turning path that’s old yet new.

There at the beginning, there at the end, there throughout it all, Take me away, or add more, I remain the same.

I remove the dead, make you shine instead and crown you Yet you hate me

In Hinduism an avatar is a material manifestation of this. On Riddonkulous it is level thirty.