After reading Oedipus Rex, I walked away with an unmistakable feeling of serious catharsis that only comes from great tragedy. I felt sad but releived in a way that is really undescribable. Even though the message of Oedipus is were all doomed, it didn't make me feel empty or doubtful about anything. This makes sense because doubts are empty-they shy away from feeling and let oneself retreat to ignorance.