What began with the birth of a god is not yet finished. The debt has not been paid; the Gods themselves are still owed.
“Dost know thy lineage? Nay, thou know’st it not,/ And all unwitting art a double foe/ To thine own kin, the living and the dead;/ Aye and the dogging curse of mother and sire/ One day shall drive thee, like a two-edged sword,/ Beyond our borders, and the eyes of that now/ See clear shall henceforward endless night.”
The next play in my Thebes cycle is on its way. Look for readings in your neighborhood this spring and fall.