In the end, my own works, my own abilities, my own goodness were like the wax wings of Icarus - in the end, they were insufficient. Despite all my efforts to do good, despite all my struggle, despite our every attempt to try and be good without God, we fall short. We fall, and it is in that moment of failure, in that moment where our wax wings are burning and falling away that we realise the great trap of evil. It is in that moment that we realise the sting of sin.