I feel bad for Icarus. Not because he died
but because his legacy is for foolishness. For flying too far, too high.
He was only the second person to achieve the miracle of human flight.
Such opportunities don’t get handed out to just anyone.
I bet Icarus had played his cards pretty well to get to that point.
Maybe it was his relentlessness that got him that far.
Unless it was just nepotism.
But the world was not enough, Icarus believed, and in the sky he saw no bounds.
But the point is I’d like to see the biography on Icarus.
I bet Icarus was an ambitious, upright, and confident young man
who fell a victim to something unknowable.
Something unknowable, such as how the atmosphere works, to ancient greeks.
But in that specificity, I get it. I do. There is conventional wisdom to every myth
but to us moderns, Icarus has become maybe too conventional.
He’s like the unintentional glory hog of convention.
Nobody, myself included, even thinks to remember the father’s name,
and he was the one who designed and built the damn wings, and tons of other things.
I feel like he’s partly responsible not to mention.
So if I get sick because I ate three cookies too many
does that count as flying too close to the sun?
Or, to be fairer to the advocates of Icarus twice a day,
what if I get fired from my job because I was drunk with power and bullied subordinates?
I feel like that’s closer to pulling an Icarus,
but it’s maybe closer yet to pulling one of the other myths.
Not that I’m a classics scholar. I don’t think one needs to be.
Either way, is it the same as crashing back to earth? Is that poetic justice in effect?
For that matter, Icarus flew too close to the sun only once.
It was the very thing that killed him.
One point is to show some humility.