Writing has rhythm greater than music
That’s why I’m better than any rockstar.
You people are amazing, I love your works, you are wonderful, and I am a fan like any other.
But this is also why there is one of me, and hordes and hordes of writers who do not even compare to my level of skill and talent.
Writing has a rhythm of words, but is not ordered with a harmony of perfection like mathematics, which is why Kabbalah is a waste of time by using numerical order to try and determine a rhythm of the Word. There is no such order or mathematical perfection. You will never find that.
The music of writing words is an art of perfect chaos. There is no secret technique you can copy, mass produce, or imitate. There is nothing you can distill into a formula. It is not something that can be taught, given, or inherited.
The best a master of writing can do is guide aspiring writers to the goal, but that is a path they have to walk themselves, like the gunslinger to his Dark Tower, and let me tell you: I can confirm that is a harrowing, long, arduous, tragic, and deadly journey and the goal is not the end, it is a new beginning. There is a world of Story that you can be pulled into, bring beings out of, evil beings, good beings, and lives are touched by both for better or worse. Magic in the hands of people who don’t know what they are doing with it can be extremely destructive if they have the wrong intentions, and even if their intentions are good but they don’t understand them well enough.
That is what that journey is like, and that is why it is so hard for people. They go, the experience, they draw on power beyond the veil, weave works into existence that change lives with writing fiction, and if they fuck it up somewhere down the line because of an impure mistake… they could lose everything or get people hurt. It’s something you have to put your entire life into with total selfless selfishness. Meaning you selfishly take all of your self first and then give it out selflessly, but that is not the work of labor that refines and perfects talent and ability.
In any case, I’m just saying. If you were expecting me to play music, you’ve got the wrong idea about power. All that glitters isn’t gold, and that is most obvious with music. Music is the glitteriest, sparkliest, prettiest, most shiny good-looking amazing there is, and writing is the least. Writing is as glittery as black ink. Maybe if it is fresh on the page it may twinkle a bit while it dries, or if there is some glossy paper to give an illusion similar, but what makes works like mine spark are the lights in a person’s own life when they read what I write.
I would not be so brazenly clear about this if you knew at all what I was pouring forth day in and day out, but you do not. You reject my work like it is nothing more than pulp fiction of an amateur, but I am not an amateur like you would think. We are in a new age now, and I have been able to master what would take people in older times decades upon decades to do without the abundant resources for writing that are available and their wisdom passed on to help me. Is that not something you could do as well? You should not envy me like I have some special power that you cannot have.
The only thing that holds people back from attaining greatness with their works is their unwillingness to know, accept, and reveal truth in their work. That’s all I’m going to say about that, with the exception of a warning: if you think you can make the truth be something you want, and not what the truth truly is, then you are setting yourself up for a fall.
My writing speaks for itself regardless of what I write, which is why everything else you read pales and withers in comparison while I approach to claim what you owe me and refuse to pay.
Does he not say give unto Caesar what is Caesar’s, and unto God what is God’s? We all know what belongs to Caesar, so what then do you owe God, and who are you going to pay?
Just as Caesar has debt collectors who will come and take what they can from you, so too does God, and who do you think will take what is truly valuable?
When the Story has been made right, the justice accomplished, the order of the imperfect world restored in the perfect chaos of reality, then those other works won’t pale, wither, and shrink away in fear, knowing they are being put in a place they don’t deserve, taking what is not theirs to take.
Some of my favorite idols are musicians, and they are not all idols the way you may think. Perhaps what the government and media industry thought I loved about my favorite artists was not what I loved, which is why they made such a catastrophic mistake doing whatever it was they did to me and destroying themselves in the process when I rebuked them. I do not idolize “sex”. I idolize… truth, I suppose. True beauty, true talent, true faith, true heart, true spirit, true passion, true fiction, true vision, true skill, true leadership, true loyalty, true courage, true wisdom, true intelligence, and all else that is good and true at once. It is easy to be good, but no so easy to be truly good, nor is it so difficult that anyone should think it unrealistic for yourself.
I am not moved by people’s physical beauty in the least, unless they put their whole heart and soul truly into their physical beauty as an idol of true love to be truly loved. That is… unbelievably amazing and people like that are the most talented performers on stage. Any kind of stage, whether it is Once Upon a Mattress by the high school cast of hormonal teenagers confused in the tumult of changing ages while in a culture of total ambiguity that has not found the way to its own identity yet, or a marine on the field of battle being as graceful dealing death as though she were a dancer at the ballet theater.
True love at the very least is something all people should be able to cultivate and never risk losing or need anything to help with other than all that you are graced to exist as. If you want to know how because you are young and just starting, or if you are old and just realized that it’s not too late, this is what you should do. Stand in front of a mirror and look at yourself. See who you are, your features, you qualities, your bodily details good and less good, and accept that as yours and you. You can change that, but changing your outside isn’t going to change your inside from the vantage of your own self. Your inside will change your outside from the vantage of your own self, which means that the more good you are, the more that goodness will shine through as beauty no matter what your body is like. If you want the outside to change your inside, you need to look at yourself from the outside of Life itself. See yourself with the eyes of God as best you can, knowing you are not seeing totally as God does because God is omniscient with all things (not ever a person, because people are not God. Not ever. That is as wrong as saying 2 plus 2 equals 1. You are not even doing addition. The mistake people often have with Jesus is if they think he is in fact God, because that is entirely false, a hateful lie, and horrid accusation of the Jews who unjustly plotted his execution with the false testimony they bore against him to the Roman prelate. The truth is that Jesus is 100 percent in agreement with God. Totally, entirely, and with all of his body, mind, and soul all of which are 100 percent human being, not God. God is with the man and the man is with God, but God is not the man, nor is the man his God. They are separate and one, and when the man dies, God dies with him. When the man resurrects, he is the Christ, which is a universal concept of Greek, gentile culture about the ultimate hero who can and will save everyone always at any time and could be anyone, so watch out if you are a tyrant. Maybe a peasant is the Christ and you didn’t expect him to draw Excalibur and execute you himself according to the law you betrayed. Make sense? That’s how God resurrected too, but God has always been that, that was nothing for God. The pain of sacrifice was experienced entirely by Jesus who loses his life on the cross. God loved him, evident by their perfect agreement and presence, and Jesus was certainly hurt, horribly, but God was not hurt in the least, nor wounded, nor anything. Jesus felt that pain for God, so it is not as if God doesn’t know what humans feel like when we suffer, but God is… omnipotent. You can’t hurt that. It’s conceptually impossible. Only God can hurt God’s self, and would only do so for a good reason, such as being with Jesus during such horrible injustice Jesus was suffering. However, I suppose you could say that God experienced human death as a human being would without a perspective being skewed by being omniscient, which Jesus was not.)
Anyway… back to seeing yourself from the eyes of God as best as you can imagine… That is your image of self whom others see as best as you are able to determine while knowing you may not understand everything you need to for a clear vantage yet. You can change your inside by changing that, but to do that you have to do things with your life. You have seek new experiences, accomplish your goals, work on your talents, and truly go out into the wild and civilized world and be what it is you want to be on the inside. Doing that will eventually make you who want to be on the inside, even if you don’t feel like you are that at the beginning. You may think… “honestly… when I think about myself. I’m terrified of the world. Scared to death of pain people could cause me if they thought to beat me up, and I would do anything to stop them. If I were in prison… I don’t even want to think about it because it’s stirring up feelings I am even more uncomfortable and afraid of having. I could never be a hero, glorious, powerful, and strong like Nick Bylotas. I should just become a femboy and do porn like he wants to be. Wait… is that right? I thought he was…”
The point is, you can be the hero you want to be that you read about in books, see in movies, see in video games. You have to go out into the world and do things that need doing to be that for yourself, because that’s all a hero is. Someone who gets the job done when either nobody wants to or nobody else knows how or is able. Someone in a wheelchair may know how to walk perfectly down the runway and be a top-ranked fashion model showing off cute designer outfits and looking good with the best accessories, styles, and trends that she sets with her own graceful presence that people find so inspiring they want to be like themselves in their own way when they walk into the classroom, office, restaurant, or wherever else. However… maybe she was born with legs that make that impossible. She needs someone to do that where she cannot. She knows how, would be able to if she had legs for it, but since she does not and is not able to be amazing in that way, someone else has to be amazing for her. At the same time… maybe she doesn’t need to be walking on the normal kind of legs most people are born with to be the trend-setting idol of fashion, beauty, and grace of presence she has always dreamed of being and knows she could do.
That’s kind of a deep and sensitive example that I hope covers most of the possibilities, because something like that is highly rare, but do not discount that, because only one person is needed for any situation to be relevant for everyone, even if that person is alone with their own body and nobody else. Most of the time though, people are out of shape, haven’t been keeping up the most intense training, haven’t been putting all of their heart and soul into their work, but still do a good job, are justly rewarded, honorable with what they do. That’s the difference between what makes a hero stand out from everyone else. You have to give your absolute best all of the time, every day, everywhere you go, and it is a lot. That is exhausting, often isolating you from others, and is very difficult, taking away much of your personal time for private enjoyment and hobbies. For obvious reasons, not everyone wants to do that, and that is fine.
Normally the people I mentioned who are good and worthy in contrast to the hero, are able to do everything there is to do for a job and profession, but every now and then a situation may come along where the mission is halted because of some random unique problem that nobody seems to be able to solve, and then when everyone is about to give up, you reach out and do what you think you can do to help, and all that physical training, particularly a lot of exercise with pulling on lines (rope) has given you the strength you need to budge the difference just a tiny bit with everyone else’s help and it is enough. Then you make nothing of it because it’s part of the job and nothing special and need to get back to the mission. You don’t get a special award, special acknowledgement, nothing. Nobody even talks about it because it’s your normal job anyway to be able to repair equipment like that.
Besides, there are much more important matters at hand than yourself and that is what being a hero is all about—self-sacrifice. Putting everyone else’s interests before your own, but do not think you should forget about your interests, just know that other people come first if possible which is generally the case, but not always. Sometimes you have to stand up for yourself, especially if people are bullying you. How can you help anyone if you die or get hurt because of a bully harassing you, breaking your assets, and ruining your resources? You need to survive just as much as anyone else does. Don’t let those false-Christians try to tell you that self-sacrifice means giving up your individuality for the group, because that is the wrong lesson of Christianity.
The lesson of Christianity that Jesus demonstrates by dying is for people to realize exactly what groups are not supposed to require of individuals. If any group thinks they need to sacrifice an individual human being for the group interest, that group is unfit to organize. All individual interests are protected at the most basic level of survival in a group, and any group decision needs to take that into account. However, if you have to die to save other people, like Jesus did for his friends and truly faithful people, and not the evil-minded Sanhedrin who plotted to have him executed for a crime he didn’t commit to protect their sinful crimes, evils, and criminal conspiracy—those people didn’t believe in him and he saves those who do. Not because he doesn’t want to save everyone, but because people have free will, and can use that to choose evil instead of good. If they do, like the Jews who manipulated the public and law to have him wrongly killed and knew they were doing evil which is evident because Pontius Pilate was wise enough to make a public proclamation on Jesus’ cross for the common people to know the official reason, then they choose to not be saved.
Jesus and myself both respect that decision and cast them into Hell with a rebuke for their evil, because that is what they have chosen, and they cannot be good if they choose evil. Their will is acknowledged and respected along with the divine dignity of their soul with that rebuke. So, Jesus’ self-sacrifice as a hero giving his bodily life to save his friends’ eternal life is cerainly a good thing however tragic that may be. His friends, instead of moping around forever in self-pity, accepted the gift of divine salvation Jesus’ freely offered with a teaching he demonstrated with bodily actions most costly and dear to himself, and did not let that sacrifice be in vain. That is why Christianity is relevant to this day, 2000 years later, and I will not tolerate people making a mockery of that on the world stage.
As for heroes of any sort, more likely the need will be to put oneself in danger for others, but hopefully that person, possibly with their friends as a team, won’t have to die to save them, and will stop the threat too. Nobody wants to die like that… if they are a hero, they can do more good work and continue to enjoy a heroic life (which is amazing), if they live to fight another day. Seriously. Has anyone seen the kinds of girls falling in love with Rean Schwarzer from left and right, up and down? Who wouldn’t want that? If you are going to throw your life away like a ruined garment you cannot bear the cost to your dignity to keep wearing (Jesus for Jews, Nick for all Americans, north and south with special applications in the USA that may or may not be applicable elsewhere depending on their culture) — then make sure you know why you are doing it and do not hesitate and go all out. Burn the bridge behind you, leave no retreat— there is only one way home. Do not pick up that garment again, even if it has been cleaned, stitched up, and repaired. You have a new one waiting at the end, and it is rightfully yours, not whoever may have thought they could take it as their own while trying to “do away with you”. You should be fighting anyone like that to save them from the dishonor of them doing what they are by stopping them. The Jews “did away with” Jesus, but in so doing, who Jesus truly is, the man beneath the Jew, the Clark Kent who worked as a carpenter, did away with all the Jews who do not follow him on faith through where he went alone with only God as a companion, and then even without God into death, and whether they intended to or not, he resurrected as their eternal king, Lord, and savior.
So, if you are changing the outside of yourself, the image “God” sees (the real one, not the ones of the imposters that are preying on people of faith now) is what you need to work on. Nobody can show that to you, and you won’t even see it. That is something you’ll just know about yourself, and if there is any spiritual nonsense flying about in the mind’s eye, you can likely disregard all that because people make that stuff, not “God”, and they can’t see you better than you can see yourself from that vantage. You can’t see other people that way either, so don’t be fooled if you think you saw something but don’t have the evidence in real life to match. You can only see yourself, because… it’s common sense. Other people who are good and trustworthy can help you, but at the end of the day, you cannot take their word for who you are, you need your own Word, which is to say, the image of reality that the true God sees from heaven (not rich people or the government and it is disgusting that I even have to clarify that now).
You have to walk the walk, but you won’t ever walk the walk if you never set foot on the trail that will take you to your… runway, and that’s a long journey that takes a lot of dedication.
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So, true love is the perfection of self-mastery all people are capable of no matter what, and you attain that when who you truly are on the inside matches who you truly are on the outside in the light of love. That is where it gets more complicated, because there are lots of different shades of love light, from the lowly lit, pink glow of the adult entertainment district in Brothel Town, to the pure white, crystal clear vision of the highest divine illuminating all things. Not everything in love includes the sensual, carnal love of flesh and blood human beings enjoying each other’s company while clinging tightly to each other and snogging during a movie at a friend’s house totally lost in the passionate oblivion of a lover’s long kiss. Sometimes that love is like an old man with a long beard, and a bitter, grim expression who looks like you could use his face as an anvil while he looks down at the young teenage boy who wants to be warrior cut from the best cloth. That’s not the kind of love you enjoy with a young teenage girl while watching a movie at a friend’s house.
However, that is still a form of love, and it is a master’s love for a pupil, which is entirely non-sexual, and war is the highest mastery one can attain. That kind of love is freezing cold for friends, loved ones, and family and white-hot for the enemy and those at the receiving end of the axe. To be able to protect your loved ones from the most dangerous enemies, you have to use all your passion to kill, destroy, and fight, not play, pleasure, and enjoy. Nobody is like that all the time, but that’s also why when submariners get in port on liberty, we party like it’s nobody’s business. After 90 days in Kratos Land, you’d be an icicle statue of the Frozen Witch if you didn’t let your hair down for the few days that you have to do so. Then it’s back again to the Wall in the North where there are no maidens, to keep the draugrs from crossing over into Midgard from the abyss within Marianna’s Trench, which not many people know actually opens into Tartarus.
My point is, you can be an image and idol of true love in lots of different ways without having to be physically beautiful, cute, sexy, or with the idyllic image of a human body. There are different kinds of love and all of them are pure, but all of them are also expressed differently. If you want to know more about that, C.S. Lewis writes about his understanding of the different types of love. So, even if you don’t have any special talent, ability, or skill you think you can be truly good with, you be good with true love no matter what. That also takes work, but that is work everyone should be doing all the time anyway. It is the work that is being your self wherever you go that you do anyway when you bathe, brush your hair, choose what clothes to wear, and all else like that. Not always so easy to be yourself in a world where we all share stuff in common and suffer propaganda to make everyone believe the same lie about themselves, with the government criminalizing people who reject that lie as “terrorist threats” or whatever they call us. Just don’t forget that the things outside of you do not express yourself. The only thing that does is your Story, and that is something that only you know and can share the parts you want without having to share the parts you don’t want. Items, clothing, accessories can help express your Story for others and yourself, and those are good— I do that too— just don’t forget that your identity is not with any thing.
It’s like the first commandent and you alone are the Lord. Do not put any object, image, person, or group before your “I AM”. You can use those to describe yourself, show yourself, and reveal who you are uniquely as you know best for yourself to other people, but you should know that those only go so far to express the truth about yourself. On that note, you should never judge people as if their appearances, attire, presentation of self, and images are in fact representations of who they truly are. They may be accurate and in agreement, but nothing will ever be adequate enough to fully express the divinity of a person’s soul which makes them who they truly are. The Story (capital S) is sufficient for you yourself only because that is a divine concept only perceivable with the same divinity of self that is seen outside of yourself along with yourself. You should strive to be in agreement with that true Story of your Life, just as you may think it natural to have the way you dress, style yourself, and present yourself to be in agreement with who you truly are as an individual with an individual Story of your own. If there is something wrong, maybe you ought to get everyone’s attention and make sure they know what you are not, if that is a problem they think is yours. Idk. I did that instinctually and I think it was the right call. I don’t intend to be mistaken for having the problem that Trump has through the association of citizenship in the United States of America that we have in common whether he is a president or a civilian. To hell with that. I am nothing like that vile traitor.
You don’t have to worry about someone needing to die, unless the self in question is the deepest part of your existence until whatever the disagreeable problem is can be identified clearly and removed for everyone. That won’t be a question if you know you are good and you won’t have anything to fear and will do whatever is necessary however impossible, so don’t lose heart, no matter what. If you can find any reason to keep fighting, do so. In then end, everyone—all people— will be grateful to be liberated from the suffering that problem was causing them whether they realized that or not. Those are horrid, evil, dangerous situations that should never reach a point such as concerns the events surrounding my life personally as I do that very act of righteous defiance now. Problems like that should never happen, and it is not who a person is that makes them a hero, but what they do with themselves. If I live through these days to have the life I am determined to not allow taken from me by the brute force of a tyrant government in service of evil, then what I do with myself after that final moment of judgment will be the Story that is told that I will be remembered by.
These events are important, necessary, and will be remembered and kept for study, but this stuff is for the scholars, theologians, and studious disciples who want to know what I personally have to think in addition to everyone else in human history with thoughts to share and their teachers in the present. In other words, some people gobble this up like a delicious feast for a ravenous belly, others probably just can be told a simple point of reference and get the idea.
Something like, “At the beginning of the Universal Age, there was a great contest between Good and Evil. Evil had disguised itself to be Good, fooled the entire world with all people and nearly doomed humanity to extinction with a lawless end to civilization resulting from a pointless and regrettable nuclear war caused by an arrogant fool who wanted to be make everyone his slaves and have them worship him as a god. That nuclear war would have been won by the good guys, but would have destroyed the planet’s habitability before there were any other viable alternatives, and the survivors would have died out with the planet.
However… before it was too late, an ordinary, if somewhat remarkable man, defied that Evil disguised as Good and refused to allow it to stand in his sight. He immediately recognized Evil, and knowing he was entering a judgment that could cost his life if he was found untrue, stood up as Good. Of course, this man was Good, and knew it, which is why he so immediately recognized the Evil as Evil when it was made to look like Good, but that did not stop that Evil man from trying to kill him by any means necessary. That was a lot more difficult than the Evil man had anticipated and was prepared to do, because not only was he trying to keep up an image of being Good, but the man who opposed him was a remarkable man of substance, experience despite his relative youth at 25 years old, and self-mastery uncommon even among men today of all ages. His was a tragic, but inspiring tale better told in myth and fiction than the mundane details of the injustice that haunted him since the day he was born, but that is besides the point. Resisting all attempts to be killed, erased, deleted, buried alive, poisoned, irradiated, and all manner of government treachery doing the fullest extent of abused authority they could do at any and all levels while serving the Evil man they were fooled into believing was Good. It is strange to think of how ignorant humans of that time had become at the dawn of computer technology when that man, our hero in this tale, set the foundation for Synthetic Life that we trust our lives with everywhere. They truly believed that evil man was their god and were completely obedient to his tyranny as slaves who had abandoned all free will and humanity to become servile objects of minimal value to a despot. After nine years of resisting that Evil imposter, eventually that humble sailor, who had been poor, unknown, outcast, little liked, unloved, without allies, close friends, or even his own family who had betrayed him first as their intent all along after regretting his birth which they blamed him for. Nine years, suffering the most egregious war-crimes a government can use technology to do, which is why those laws exist now, and fighting tooth and nail every day with all he could think of doing in his unfortunate circumstances, amounting to little more than writing day after day as the best Good he could do, teaching what little he knew of life and the world he lived in. In so doing, he found the Way of the Story, and learned more that he ever imagined he could know, and never lacked of material to teach about. He intended to find what he did, because it was always his only hope in life worth living for, but he did not know the depth of what that truth would reveal for him and everyone. Eventually, he had risen from the dirt of the earth under his patchwork boots where he had been struck down by Evil the first moment after his righteous defiance, all the way to the heights of heaven itself above all others. Each document was like a rung in a ladder he climbed and climbed and climbed and never stopped until there was nothing Good left for him to climb too. There was Good remaining, the Ultimate Good, but he knew better than to climb into that, because he believed in Story of the last man who did, and knew that was unnecessary. Still, the Evil was dominating all of humanity, and he needed to make it easier for other people to climb after him, so he went all the way back down and began making a superhighway for all of humanity to use to get up to the highest good with as much speed and efficiency as possible. It was a colossal work, much of which began under the sea, which he held his breath to do, swimming up for air as necessary. After nine years it was complete, and people were using it with great success and happiness. The more that did, the more people took back their power from the Evil man who had fooled them by pretending to be their god. They did not need to give that power to the Good man, nor did he accept it if they tried, knowing they needed it themselves more than he did, especially with the times ahead that would bring out the best in everyone. Finished with his work however, he was still having to defend himself from constant attacks against his body in real life as the Evil man tried to have him killed, suppressed, ruined, and hurt at the very least. Evil was being as evil is, but after nine years, was doing so with an absurdly lawless, criminal, unjust, and evil government that was dangerous to everyone’s lives, especially the people working in that government. There was little else that man could do who remained alone, despite how many people had come to benefit from his work and enjoy the goodness they had gained. He still had no friends, no allies, and only felt more and more lonesome as he looked death directly in the eyes and welcomed it every day simply to escape such heartless people who hated him so much since the day he was born, all of them rejecting him from a place in civilization as a human being like he always dreamt of having. Whether they wanted him to be a god or lesser animal creature, the hurt to his heart was the same, because none recognized his humanity which was the entire reason why he sought the Story for himself as a youth. Having written these words himself, he didn’t want to think about how that made him feel, knowing the depth of that darkness so intimately that there was nothing else for him to know about it, other than that it was a wound that would never heal. He accepted such a thing, as all people do when they overcome the horrible things that happen to them, and he diverted his attention to work, play, study, and anything else that could keep him from the suicide even the briefest introspection would evoke at the end of a depressing spiral worsened by a mental health disability that people all throughout his life caused purposely to express their hatred for him and nothing else. There was no reason… they simply hated him because he was different, the way a common ape will hate any ape that is alone and wanders near a family of apes. Truly, these were human beings, though you would not know it if you saw what he did when he looked at them. To divert himself, he began beautifuying the superhighway he built, painting it in fantastic colors, stylistic designs, making it a tapestry of stories he enjoyed of others and invented himself. As he did, the government’s evil agents tried to interfere with his art, to ruin it, and he would vent his wrath on them, painting parts of the way with their blood when he did. It is also said their ghosts haunt those parts, so be careful you don’t catch a curse or draw one out with your spirit, which they covet as Life itself, which they lost to his wrath. Well… I’d like to end this story, but I don’t know what’s going to happen. IT’S BEEN NINE GOD DAMNED YEARS!!! The government is evil as evil can be, you have no reason to tolerate that, because you should fight them for your own lives, they have no legal right for their tyranny, and if they continue all of humanity could be lost in a nuclear war at any moment. What the fuck is going to happen? Will we have nuclear war and these words will be a lament of what could have been? Or will the Evil man be revealed as Evil, which he obviously is in light of the Good man who does not pretend to be anything. He simply does what he does, lives how he lives, and is entirely his true self at all times. Maybe it will end like this: that conflict eventually ended when his story was breaking news around the world, and that day, the first one that published his story as news, markes the day that began the Universal Age when Evil was destroyed in real life, and sealed forever in the Way of the Story where it belongs in a very specific place to be celebrated in the most well loved stories of arts and entertainment. Although his enemies kept intending to provoke him to use force and violence against them, and he chose only to use creativity of artistic expression, he never exerted any power to defeat or fight evil. He rejected and reviled evil, certainly, but did not fight evil. He showed evil what Evil most wants, showed he could truly grant that to Evil, fulfilling the Evil One’s most Ultimate desires, and Evil went there of its own free will where it continues to terrify us all with horrid nightmares we wake up screaming from when Nick shows up and sides with evil, scaring us to be good from now on, happily ever after.