Before It Was A Bomb, The Bomb

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.

My Greatest Accomplishment So Far Is To Keep Selling Enough That I Never Want For The Labor That Sustains My Presbyterian Soul.

Superhero Science Has Taught Me This: Entire Universes Fit Comfortably Inside Our Skulls. Not Just One Or Two But Endless Universes Can Be Packed Into That Dark, Wet, And Bony Hollow Without Breaking It Open From The Inside. The Space In Our Heads Will Stretch To Accommodate Them All. The Real Doorway To The Fifth Dimension Was Always Right Here. Inside. That Infinite Interior Space Contains All The Divine, The Alien, And The Unworldly We’ll Ever Need.

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.

Then I Reminded Myself That All Intelligent Children Suffer Bad Dreams.