We can never seem to outrun our fate, but the exercise does us good. The quest of Oedipus is a futile one — to steer clear of the prophecy decreeing he will one day kill his father and sleep with his mother — but that doesn’t stamp out the satisfaction we get from watching him try. To tear down all the wrong possible futures before they happen… isn’t that what we all strain to do, in daily increments? Fate-making can be cardio, and hope a physical exertion. [Read more...]