Once everyone's super. . .

Faster than a speeding bullet.

More powerful than a locomotive.

Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound.

Look! Up in the sky!

It's a bird. It's a plane. It's Superman!

Yes, it's Superman, strange visitor from another planet who came to Earth with powers and abilities far beyond those of mortal men.

Superman, who can change the course of mighty rivers, bend steel with his bare hands, and who, disguised as Clark Kent, mild mannered reporter for a great metropolitan newspaper, fights the never ending battle for Truth, Justice and the American Way.

Yes I am just that good, but I’m not Superman. I am more like Lex Luther who assails him; reminding that he is really a facade, nothing without the mirror he holds up to reflect his view on society. He hides behind that mirror to distract us from his own flaws, he's little more than a bitch. Superman has doomed himself to carry the corpse of the last man; still believing danger was his vocation and honoring him for it, when really the guy was just the ultimate result of nihilism.

I’m not talking of the Hollywood-ized, Lois and Clark. That’s not Superman, that’s a soap opera. I’m talking about the DC Comics Superman. His reflection of us is that we are weak, insecure and shy. He’s an illegal alien who hides as a costumed stereotype that’s near offensive. We are his laughing stock. Why there is no cry to deport him I’ll never understand. He does more damage than the people who clean my office at night, or the others who pick our crops so we can eat.

Let me tell you a secret; God is not here right now, he is no longer able to share our plain of existence. He became too weak to serve as the foundation for truth and morality so he left us alone in the Universe, abandoned. Maybe it is time that we consider the possibility that God doesn't like us, he never wanted us. And in all probability, He hates us.

We must now define our own values. In days like these we need to recognize what’s truly important in our lives because when one lets go of any positive belief or need, that person will stop struggling just to feign comfort.

I abhor the apparent necessity that I must fit myself into a box and be the same as everyone else; all mediocre, and yet perfectly content in it. But by all means continue to invent your happiness with allusion to eliminating all the strife and worries in life. That tightrope you walk is on my playground and I run between the animal and superman, just try to keep your balance.

To me life has a flavor that cannot be savored without living it; pain and pleasure, suffering and bliss all have a place and I will push the last man from one to the next. To those who can’t keep up. . . I offer no apologies, but if you say something I promise I’ll slow down long enough to walk you through it.

No it doesn’t mean that I require my day to day to be an action sequence. It just means that I try to keep myself in the here and now and not dwell on the past and lose myself to fantasies of what might have been. Good and bad, every little experience we’ve had makes us who we are right now. It’s realistic. It’s pragmatic. It’s today, and I invite you to join me in it.