Captured here are the top of a three-light-year-tall pillar of gas and the dust that is being eaten away by the brilliant light from nearby bright stars.
The balanced Human Being is now able to see an overview of balance because she sees with different eyes... ones that are walking in the other's shoes, and ones that have awesome self-worth!
Her colleagues at the restaurant, sadly, are not. They're too busy being young, fun, and too coked-up to tie their shoelaces, let alone do something interesting in the long-term.
Once Mailer, with a sparkle in his eye that was maybe aggression, maybe fun, acting his usual part of the hollering Jewish leprechaun, proclaimed that all women should be locked in cages.
I may have been six when Wilbur Myers's mother saw me looking down and away, and conjectured that someday I would achieve things that would made me confident.
But despite the screen-time lavished on the cape-and-tights contingent, Hollywood has been somewhat leery of their fedora-ed forbears, those unfortunate masked vigilantes from before the Age of Lycra.