Fate was very important to the Ancient Roman culture
which The Aeneid exalts. This is hard for us in Western culture to
understand, especially for my fellow Americans. The American Dream, after all, isn’t about following fate, but carving
out your own destiny, making yourself a success, pulling yourself up by your
own bootstraps, and all sorts of other lofty thoughts that have been relegated
to cliché.
But in Ancient Rome, it wasn’t just what you did that brought
you glory. It was who you were descended
from, whether you were following your destiny as the fates and gods had willed,
and whether you submitted to that fate gracefully or like a fool struggled
against it.
Not that this idea of submitting to fate was unique to
the Romans, but it certainly wasn’t the universal belief in the ancient
world.
Look at The Odyssey for a good comparison. Here is a hero, Odysseus (called Ulysses in Rome) who used his wits and
his strength to fight against annoyed gods who did NOT want him to get
home. He struggled against Poseidon and
Juno and all sorts of minor demigods and mythological creatures, but he
prevailed.
Then look at Aeneas. Sure, Juno has it in for him. But
he’s the son of Venus, who is on his side and gets her husband Vulcan to build
him weapons that cut through enemy swords.
Mars, god of war, is on his side. Jupiter, who Virgil constantly refers to as impartial, is partial to
him. Apollo helps him, and Diana assents
to Aeneas’ victory—even when that means her protégé Camilla must die for
fighting against him.