Greek Mythology is some of my favorite fiction ever. It's a whole bunch of stories basically saying you should listen to people who either know what they're talking about/ have power in a situation. My favorite Icarus's Wax Wings (I don't know if this is the title, but it's what I've decided to title it). Icarus is trapped on Crete with his craftsman father, Daedalus, who makes him some wax and feather wings that he can use to fly far away from the island. Daedalus warns him not to fly too close to the sun, because the wings will melt. Icarus blows him off, flies too high, his wings melt, and he falls and drowns. (Although, because of the height he likely fell from, drowning wouldn't be his largest problem. From a certain distance, falling onto water would be more like hitting concrete because of the surface tension...) So even though Icarus "drowns," his flight was symbolic of freedom up until his wings melted. He was escaping his life and struggles, and intended to start anew elsewhere.
Poor guy. Shoulda listened to your Pops.
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