As a Greek, an understanding of tragedy is in my bones. Tragedy as an
art form was invented in ancient Greece, and three of four great
tragic artists of all time were Aeschylus, Sophocles and Euripides of
ancient Greece, with the fourth being Shakespeare.
Many people misunderstand the deepest meanings of tragedy. If a
child is killed in a random traffic accident, then it's a terrible
event but it's not a tragedy in the classical sense, because of that
randomness.
The essence of classical tragedy is that the tragic event is not
random. The tragic event is inevitable: it MUST occur, and the
reason it must occur is because of the nature, the personality, the
very CHARACTER of the protagonists. A true tragedy cannot be
prevented, even by those who foresee it, because the forces bringing
about the tragedy are too powerful for anyone to stop.
Like the child killed in a random traffic accident, the protagonists
of a true tragedy have a great future before them, and in the Greek
view, perhaps even a heroic future. But the heroic future turns into
disaster because the players in the true tragedy move step by step
towards that disaster; only a person on the outside, can see it
coming, because these particular players are uniquely capable of
inflicting this disaster on one another.
Aeschylus's tragic character Prometheus refuses to submit to fate:
"There is no torture and no cunning trick,
There is no force that can compel my speech. ...
So let [Zeus] hurl his blazing thunderbolt,
And with the white wings of snow,
With lightning and with earthquake,
Confound the reeling world.
None of this will bend my will. ...
Seek to persuade the sea wave not to break.
You will persuade me no more easily."
And with that, the universe crashes around him.
Prometheus could have been a Generation-Xer.
John