or, The Phantom Stranger versus the TSA
“What is a name? A quick sound lost to the wind; only a man has substance, not his name, and I am just a man. No name can capture who I am — who anyone is — any more than naming a wave can trap it on the sand.”
Personally, I like these two signs of being an adult:
- Your empathy for Peter Parker turns to contempt.
- Superman starts to impress not because of what he does, but because of what he doesn’t do.