i'd cry rainbows and speak sunflower. All for you

ᵐⁱʳʳᵒʳˢ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵗʰʳᵉᵃᵗ .

ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ ʷʰᵃᵗ ⁱᵗ'ᵈ ᵇᵉ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ⁱᶠ ʷᵉ ʷᵉʳᵉⁿᵗ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡⁱᵃʳ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵒʳᵗʳᵘˢⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵒᵘʳ ᵉʸᵉˢ , ᵗʰᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵏⁱⁿ, ᵗʰᵉ ˢᶜᵃᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵒʳᵐᵒⁿᵃˡ ᵇˡⁱˢᵗᵉʳˢ, ᵘⁿˢⁱᵍʰᵗˡʸ ˡⁱᵖˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁿᵒ ᵒⁿᵉ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵈᵉᵉᵐ ᵏⁱˢˢᵃᵇˡᵉ, ᶜᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᶜʰᵉᵉᵏˢ ˢᵐᵉᵃʳᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ˢᶜᵃʳˢ. ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ⁱᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ.

ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ⁱᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ .

Is Oedipus’s ignorance ; wilful ignorance or desperate ignorance ?

( or neither ; how would you describe his ignorance if asked to ?)