Believe it or not, it's just me

I greatly enjoyed the 1981 TV show "The Greatest American Hero" because it was about an ordinary school teacher who finds a "super suit" which allows him to fly and do supernatural things. I was 10 years old when that show came out, and it fit right into my Superfriends world view, even though at that age, i knew it was "shlocky" writing and acting. It didn't bother me much because I appreciated the concept.

The fantasy around something outside of myself being introduced to my story which somehow makes my life better or more than it is, has been a theme which has recurred for decades. There is such a temptation for me to rely on the words of others, the interpretations of others, the agendas of others, and the truth is that each time I have succumbed to truth beyond myself, it has led to disaster or at least general malaise. The Greatest American Hero is not someone with a magic suit who can fly, it is someone without the suit who can fly. Oh, to be a superhero...