It was performed during the festival of Dionysus, which was a fertility festival, of course, but only
because it was also an apotropaic celebration of delirium and death: the Dionysia was a
sacred negotiation with the wild, antinomian cruelty of the god whose violent orgiastic cult had once, so it was believed, gravely imperiled the city; and the hope that prompted the feast was that, if this devastating force could be contained within bright Apollonian forms and propitiated through a
ritual carnival of controlled disorder, the polis could survive for another year, its precarious peace intact.
Putting kids to bed can be a challenge, and it may be an even bigger problem for this generation of parents
because the
sacred bedtime
ritual of reading to children has gone away.