One Must Commit Acts Of

We Tell Our Children They're Trapped Like Rats On A Doomed, Bankrupt, Gangster-haunted Planet With Dwindling Resources, With Nothing To Look Forward To But Rising Sea Levels And Imminent Mass Extinctions, Then Raise A Disapproving Eyebrow When, In Response, They Dress In Black, Cut Themselves With Razors, Starve Themselves, Gorge Themselves, Or Kill One Another.

The Only Thing That Made Me, Or Any Of Us, Special Was That No One In The Whole Of History Would Ever See The Universe Exactly The Same Way Any Other Of Us Saw It.

We Love Our Superheroes Because They Refuse To Give Up On Us. We Can Analyze Them Out Of Existence, Kill Them, Ban Them, Mock Them, And Still They Return, Patiently Reminding Us Of Who We Are And What We Wish We Could Be.

Consciousness, Rather Than Being Something That We Have, Is Something We Participate In.

Life Doesn't Have Plots And Subplots And Denouements. It's Just A Big Collection Of Loose Ends And Dangling Threads That Never Get Explained.