On The Tragic Demise Of The Submersible Titan, of OceanGate Inc.
If you were a simple dude who lived two thousand years ago and in your bitterness, or your naïveté, you disparaged Caesar, your fellows would have reminded you that he is just a man, flesh, bone and a bit of spirit, like you, he too has to die, and in the end, not all the might of the Roman Empire could stop it's citizens from going hungry, Caesar himself couldn't even dream of crossing the Mediterranean in a straight line, let alone dive into it.
The crew of the OceanGate, two billionaires among them, are either men like Caesar or they are Illustrated men, if they are like Caesar then they should have known better, that they're driftwood carried by an unseen tide, that the spirit is but a gasp of air and never the same air, in witnessing the mighty Titan who in its cheap luster promised the glory of the depths as seen trough a porthole located next to an improvised bathroom, they should have exercised... Restraint.
If on the other hand they're Illustrious men born in an age when man is a god but for the wisdom then these billionaires could have stopped hunger, and they could have crossed the Mediterranean in a straight line like Caesar never could, and with the same might they may have built a proper submarine, a Titan, who could indeed pierce trough the hubris of yesterday's generations if only to witness its slowly decaying corpse.
Alas, billionaires as they were, the men who boarded the Titan in its final voyage were neither of these, and this, my friends, is why the submarine imploding is so fucking funny.
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