Superman Is, After All, An Alien Life

Whatever Capacity She Possesses To Supernaturally Beguile A Human Soul—and She Possesses Many—she Liked His Clear-sightedness Too Well, To Blind Him That Way.

If We Have Nothing To Do But Service Our Own Pleasure - Because Society Has Taught Us That's All We're Worth And We're Exiled From Positions Of Authority From Which We Could Actually Shape Society - Then We Just Become Hedonists. Eventually, Despite How Great It May Look On Saturday Night, Come Monday Morning There's Just Purposelessness.

…there’s Nothing In The World More Fun Than Doing Something You’re Good At.

Let The Mad Find Wisdom In Their Madness For The Sane, And Let The Sane Be Grateful.

She Wanted Nothing That He Could Offer Her, Except Perhaps His Absence.