Destiny, Fate, Free Will and Free Choice in Oedipus the King - A Puppet on a String :: Oedipus the King Oedipus Rex

Oedipus A Puppet on a String   Gather closer around the fire, children tonight is the night I tell my tale, of queens and kings, huge she-monsters and evil gods. You all bop that tommyrot, the story of Oedipus, the man doomed to kill his father and marry his mother, his life a twisted strand in the ball of the Fates. But do you know what happened afterwards? Oedipus drifted, feeling his way through Greece, filling his remaining iv senses with the delicate poke of the olive tree, the rough touch of the scratchy outcrops, the run short of waves crashing and the tangy bitter taste of wine. After a time he found himself in Crete, home of the famous Labyrinth of King Minos, although by this time both King Minos and the Minotaur had long since left this world. Minos daughter, Ariadne, ruled the unsmooth isle. Oedipus winced at the sharp stones under his feet and followed the ever increasing babble of the city. on the spur of the moment he felt a sharp stone sting his side . Ja, beggar, we dont pauperization any more of the likes of you around here Oedipus cringed. Please sir, forgive me, the erstwhile proud king murmured. He moved towards the palace where he hoped he would receive a more hospitable welcome. A wealth of scents greeted Oedipus wander as he ambled down an alleyway the tang of citrus, the bitter scent of unwashed people and the crisp smell of linen drying. As he approached the palace gates, Oedipus began to wonder how he would gain entrance. In answer to his thoughts, a male phonate said, Youll never get in here, you filthy peasant. opera hat go beg for a crust amongst the other sewer rats. The posh of linen followed, a scent of delicate perfume, and a female voice saying, Antikretes, shame on you Be hospitable. Why, this could be genus Zeus Himself in disguise. If thats Zeus then Im Aphrodites girdle. Thats enough. I dont usually do this plainly theres something different almost him. Show him to a room. Yes, Majesty. Oh, Your Ro yal Majesty, began Oedipus, suddenly realising whom he was talking to, moreover he was already being led away. That night Oedipus had a fantastical dream. He could see again, and he was sitting on a rocky outcrop overlooking the sea. Beside him was a beautiful woman with strange but wonderful eyes.