The Chorus’s self-description as “taking flight” repeats the image of the winged fates, furies, or animated prophecies flying about the fugitive bull (at 478-82). This juxtaposition seems to suggest that in the moment when reason fails the community, it may cast itself to the winds, by which it may be borne aloft. Just so, even while professing blindness, the Chorus speaks with astonishing precision. Its admission of aporia (one cannot help but think of Plato’s Socrates) appears to be raising it to a state of blinded insight somewhat akin to Teiresias’ss. [Mp] [Md]