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I'm At A Stage In My Career Where I Don't Expect Or Get Too Much Editorial Input Into What I'm Doing. I Have A Proven Track Record Of Success, So My Editors Are Willing To Cut Me Some Slack Even When A Particular Approach Is Not To Their Personal Taste.

I Will Rise From The Darkness, Shining Like The Morning Star. Illuminated Woman Am I.

It's Quite Possible We May Actually Be Looking At Some Kind Of Super-sanity Here. A Brilliant New Modification Of Human Perception, More Suited To Urban Life At The End Of The Twentieth Century...he Creates Himself Each Day. He Sees Himself As The Lord Of Misrule And The World As A Theatre Of The Absurd.

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.

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