I’ve found a post that is more than just the tale of a famous writer and his son. It had me thinking about how I perceive things that happen.
the goblin remembered kipling’s son, and how in the great war the son had used a pseudonym to hide that he was the famous author’s son, and then when he died he was buried along with the other soldiers while his father spent his whole life trying to find out what happened, only to die without the answer, and then years later, the record turned up the exact grave of kipling’s son completing the tragic story, “…now, had the son lived, or if the father had found the record, there would be no tragedy here, tragedy needs the sense of injustice to be tragic then…” ventured the goblin at it
Do you agree? Is there only tragedy when we feel a sense of injustice?