Look, the reason all the assholes (you know, those ones) fail and then die is because the human mind is beautiful. And it's changing and it's growing and we're all here taking part in that. Each word spoken and image created is a reflection, a processed recombination, of input - and the input is infinite both inside and outside. And it all has value, even though value in itself is a warped tangle of ideas, structurally weak in the mind and expressed toxically outside of it. But it all has meaning, and as creatures of symbol we can only deny meaning for so long before reaching truth. And like so many other inevitable creative things, that shows us our selves, and our world, separate and non separate, growing together, aching together, dying together, even in opposition pushing each other forward. And anyone who can see that can see where we are, if not where we're going, and that is where we are as worlds together, that is where we stand. Sometimes it's the only place to stand to avoid getting swallowed up. It's where I try to be, because I can see it even when I'm not there, when doubt devours me from the inside out and strikes me silent and angry. And the value in that, well, that is how my path touches me, and how I ripple and cascade in response, and that's not nothing. It never really is.