Why had the gods let Oedipus kill his da and marry his ma, and blind himself? Why let that happen when it was clear he was a good man? Could they not stop it? Were the gods weak? Did they not care? I cried and didn’t understand, but you know what? I remembered that Oedipus was good. That even though he’d done and suffered all those horrible things, he was still good; whether the gods cared didn’t matter. And I remember as a kid feeling that this was awfully sad and beautiful. There was dignity even in the worst that could happen under this sky, and I felt less alone.
