In our quotidian consciousness, the world is too huge and complicated for one person to be able to perceive, let alone understand or control. So we narrow our focus, hatch our little plots, fret over trifles that the intensity of our concentration makes into monsters. And then someone dies. In Greek tragedy, this moment is called peripeteia, which is usually translated "reversal" -- the hero's fortunes having suddenly gone from good to bad. But the etymology of the word yields "falling all around," the image of a building collapsing about one. However, this also opens up the sky and the horizon as far as one can see in all directions.
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