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Hello and welcome! Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Oedipus. Many of you may already know who I am, and by that I mean to say, yes,...that Oedipus. For those who are unaware of me, well,... good for you. You're already on the internet, so just look me up later. For now let's move on. This is not my story after all. It's about someone I met years ago whom later became the most influential and significant figure in my life. His name was Tiresias. Now for those who are unaware of him, you're in luck, if that's what you want to call it. For me “luck” is not a word I easily associate with either of us. I met Tiresias long ago when he was a very old man, supported by a pair of short walking sticks, a long grisly beard, and as blind as a rucksack of night crawlers. That wasn't the only thing he had in common with a rucksack of night crawlers, but I'm getting ahead of myself. Anyway, he was the gentleman that evaporated my blissful ignorance regarding my family, my nuclear family. Before that day I was the King of Thebes, beautiful loving wife, quite a brood of lovely children, nice big house on a hill, servants, stable of fine horses, the whole bit. Well, it all came crashing down around my ears that afternoon in the remote hovel of Tiresias the blind seer of Thebes. You may ask what on earth led me to be so cavalier and tempt fate so by seeking out the great oracle in the first place. My answer is of course curiosity. In hindsight it seems a long trek out to his place of dwelling to reap such calamity for mere curiosity. So I am sure there was more to it than that, but it was so long ago, and I'll be damned it I can remember what it was. So we'll just stick to base curiosity, and be done with the matter. At my behest, Tiresias detailed to me all about how I dutifully carried out the frightful chain of events predicted at Delphi years before, and inadvertently caused all the miserable shame and ruin I would later come to know as my life. He told me how I killed the man whom sired me in the first ever incident of road-rage in recorded history, how I fell deeply and passionately in love with my biological mother, sired my own siblings, and,... well you know the rest of the whole sordid tale. If you don't, again just look it up later. After all this is not my story. Rather it is that of Tiresias. He and I shared one thing in common we both drew the special attention of the gods. Special attention is an awfully nice thing, generally, but in my case, and especially his, the special attention garnered was another case entirely. Enjoy.