Let every man in mankind's frailty consider his last day; and let none presume on his good fortune until he find Life, at his death, a memory without pain.


Quick question for the day: how can one love Antigone and not have read Oedipus Rex? While dishonorable, it wasn't difficult given how prevalent the play is in our reality, the Freudian safeguards, the Lizard King finding such delight in a Florida retelling.

Much like those Star-Crossed Lovers I was prepared for enjoyment but found the crafting amazing, the chorus most stirring. I appreciate how the royal arrogance turns to ashes amidst revelation. This is a foundational text, a lesson for the perils of self-awareness.