Fate and the Future

        Oedipus, the story of a man and his struggle through his own life. The never ending twist and turns that keep coming at him blind him from the problems facing him directly. We all know the story, a king and queen get a prophecy that their son will kill them, have a son, send him out in the wild, he grows up, ends up hearing the same prophecy and goes out and kills his dad and marries his mom. And this all started because of one silly prophecy.

        Or was it so silly and little? The mere fact that the prophecy existed and was told to the king and queen caused it to become a reality. There would be no reason for the monarch to rid themselves of their child if they had no knowledge that he would kill them. Even so, due to the circumstances in the play, one could even argue that if the prophecy was never told to the king and queen, it never would have become true.
 
       Yet it is told and the king and queen rid themselves of their heir. Even then, the prophecy wouldn't have necessarily become a reality. But then, just to reinforce it, the prophecy was told again, this time to Oedipus. And Oedipus, taking matters into his own hands, decides to try and stop the prophecy from ever becoming a reality. Ironically, the mere act of attempting to fling the chains of fate from his feet is what caused the future to happen.

      So it all boils down to a lone man, Oedipus, on his quest to feel powerful against fate, to cast the future to the side and say "You don't control me!".  But he doesn't posess that power, here is a madman babbling things about the future, but he cannot  change it. The future becomes exactly what it intended to be, and no puny human could ever interfere with something as grand as the future.

So, strike one Oedipus, Fate wins this round.

Source: 
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The Big One!

Yar! There she blows! The Big One! The all-mighty, underlying thematic idea which applies to every work of literature, be it film, text or even theater! Yaaarrrrr! Avast ye question, reveal yourself to mine eyes, and I promise that I will try my hardest not to harpoon ye.
*Water splooshes*
Ah! Look at ye, the great  white beast of the deep, rise further, come up!
*Splashing noises*
*A loud foghorn-like noise erupts from the beast*
Ye speak! To me! Alas, the question you pose it....MAN THE HARPOONS! Spear that beast and reel her into land! Come on mateys, grab her!

-5 hours later-

Men, we tried, we tried good and hard, but...but she was too much to handle. We were powerless.
Speaking of which, she knew the whole time....or at least that what I assume. I mean, the question she bespoke upon me was

"Does mankind really have power, or do we fall into an illusion in which we do?"

And mateys, I guess we were powerless in this one...but never lose hope! This question makes us question reality, our lives in the infinte universe in which we all live, it defends our never-ending struggles against nature and ourselves. So are we powerless or powerful crew?

YARRR!!

Thats what I thought! Now man the sails mateys, we've got a question to catch!