Vincent Van Gogh

He cut off his left ear and sent it to a prostitute; he shot himself in the chest and lingered a slow death two days later. All these would be considered at least "bizarre" even in the modern democratic West, let alone the Victorian Europe he lived.

He was a genius. A genius is destined, or even "meant" to be misunderstood by his contemporaries.

It was not a tragedy, it was a fate.