What will my great tragedy be? The one that will knock on my door and demand all my mettle. God knows there have been plenty of lessers, and I could think they all add up to cut a tragic figure. But I don’t. I still wait for the one, the definer. I don’t obsess over this, I’m committed to enjoying each fresh day. But I do keep my third ear cocked for the door. Maybe I read the Bible too much early on, then too much Joseph Campbell later on. Both texts cast quite the vision. And some scripts are quite impossible to shake.