I Won't Tell You Again! Don't Look

I Am Happy”. They Understood What We English People Have Long Forgot. We're Not Our Sadness. We're Not Our Happiness Or Our Pain But Our Language Hypnotizes Us And Traps Us In Little Labelled Boxes ()

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.

It's Always Interesting To See What The Real Enthusiasts Think, But They're Rarely Representative Of The Tastes Of The Wider Audience, So I Tend To Write For Myself, For An Imagined Smart 14-year-old, And For A Couple Of Friends Who Are Still Big Comics Fans.

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.

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