My Greatest Accomplishment So Far Is To

Oh, Yes! Fill The Churches With Dirty Thoughts! Introduce Honesty To The White House! Write Letters In Dead Languages To People You've Never Met! Paint Filthy Words On The Foreheads Of Children! Burn Your Credit Cards And Wear High Heels! Asylum Doors Stand Open! Fill The Suburbs With Murder And Rape! Divine Madness! Let There Be Ecstasy, Ecstasy In The Streets! Laugh And The World Laughs With You!

I Prefer Working Out Of Strict Continuity, Because No Normal Human Being Can Have A Firm Grip On The Constantly Shifting Bardo-like Territory Of A Comics Universe, Where Entire Histories Can Be Erased By A Strong Enough Super-sneeze.

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.

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.

We've Always Known We'd Eventually Be Called Upon To Open Our Shirts And Save The Day, And The Superhero Was A Crude, Hopeful Attempt To Talk About How We All Might Feel On That Day Of Great Power, And Great Responsibility.