The comic’s fruit has its season and nourishes for a time. It also ferments and spoils. The possibilities played out by the tragedian, however, are perennial and do not fade with age or circumstance.
These two together, the comic and the tragedian, offer a celebration of life in each season and for all seasons, up to the threshold of death. But only a tragedian has the opportunity to suggest something beyond.
True comedy teaches one to laugh at hubris so that it may be despised. Tragedy teaches one, laughing in this way with a kind of self-hatred, to endure with hope in an unseen self.
One may think of the comedy as a play of καῖρος and the tragedy as a play of αἰών.