he’s the inventor and he’s the one who is flying too close to the sun, always always always. he invents and then he dons his invention, ‘the suit and i are one’ - which is why he will not fall, he will never fall because he’d just keep building as he goes on. similarly, all human progress narratives can be applied to this fucker - prometheus, for example. tony stark gives the technology of the gods to the humans (tho he’s upgraded from bombs to tesseract energy) and he gives humans the ability to point at a map and obliterate a city; a wrath that previously only gods in the time of heroes had been able to accomplish, via flood or fire. and his punishment is that humanity will never be enough for him. his punishment is that the eagle picking out his liver is living inside his head, and he’ll never be at peace until humanity reaches the stars.
The audacity of a fine death always affects men. As soon as Enjolras folded his arms and accepted his end, the din of strife ceased in the room, and this chaos suddenly stilled into a sort of sepulchral solemnity. The menacing majesty of Enjolras disarmed and motionless, appeared to oppress this tumult, and this young man, haughty, bloody, and charming, who alone had not a wound, who was as indifferent as an invulnerable being, seemed, by the authority of his tranquil glance, to constrain this sinister rabble to kill him respectfully.
Earth. Fire. Air. Water. When I was a boy, my father, Avatar Aang, told me the story of how he and his friends heroically ended the Hundred Year War. Avatar Aang and Fire Lord Zuko transformed the Fire Nation colonies into the United Republic of Nations, a society where benders and non-benders from all over the world could live and thrive together in peace and harmony. They named the capital of this great land Republic City. Avatar Aang accomplished many remarkable things in his life, but sadly, his time in this world came to an end. And like the cycle of the seasons, the cycle of the Avatar began anew.