From now on, I'm opting for ontological terrorism.

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.

In the world of the superheroes, everything had value, potential, mystery. Any person, thing, or object could be drafted into service in the struggle against darkness and evil - remade as a weapon or a warrior or a superhero. Even a little bee named Michael - after God's own avenging angel - could pitch in to win the battle against wickedness.

Sometimes I pretend not to look at my own characters, because that's like different people getting off with your girlfriend or something.

Laugh and the world laughs with you!

I think that superhero comics in particular are really useful for talking about big emotions and feelings, and personifying and concretizing symbols.

Consciousness, rather than being something that we have, is something we participate in.