An angry man is always a stupid man.
Stories serve the purpose of consolidating whatever gains people or their leaders have made or imagine they have made in their existing journey thorough the world.
Real tragedy is never resolved. It goes on hopelessly for ever.
My son even if you want to fall, at least fall where your bones can be gathered
When we hear a house has fallen do we ask if the ceiling fell with it?
My position is that serious and good art has always existed to help, to serve, humanity. Not to indict. I don’t see how art can be called art if its purpose is to frustrate humanity. To make humanity uncomfortable, yes. But intrinsically to be against humanity, that I don’t take.