The First Light Had Cast

All I Know Is That You Won't Come Back Until They're All Dead. 'eternity.' Every Last One Of Them. Every Man. Every Woman. Every Child. Global Massacre. I Dream About That Day. A Planet Of Corpses

Abandon The 'i', Because It's A Lie.

Everyone Does Magic All The Time In Different Ways. "life" Plus "significance" = Magic.

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.

Because It All Derived From Superman. I Mean, I Love All The Characters, But Superman Is Just This Perfect Human Pop-culture Distillation Of A Really Basic Idea. He's A Good Guy. He Loves Us. He Will Not Stop In Defending Us. How Beautiful Is That? He's Like A Sci-fi Jesus. He'll Never Let You Down. And Only In Fiction Can That Guy Actually Exist, Because Real Guys Will Always Let You Down One Way Or Another. We Actually Made Up An Idea That Beautiful. That's Just Cool To Me. We Made A Little Paper Universe Where All Of The Above Is True.