I long believed that, sooner or later, my position as Superman-among-the-clouds would be formally acknowledged and applauded.
As it turns out there is a deep and abiding (so far) peace, a profound filling up and out, in assuming the mantle of my imperfect, fated, vulnerable humanity.
I feared that unless I offered everything to everyone, I would be worth nothing to anyone. I never believed for a second that it might be enough to be not a boy superhero, but simply a man.
A man. Rare, imperfect, fallible.
And then to collapse the angels and demons of the world into the rare, imperfect, fallible beings we are, and accept us all as splinters of the human condition.
I love you guys. It’s all that’s left, and the only thing that makes any sense whatsoever.