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So… It’s been a bit. And, if you have not read these before, hello. How are you? Hope you are doing well. If you have not yet, I strongly encourage reading the posts titled “The Super Hero and Failman.” It will help you understand this particular post a little bit more. So, without further adieu, I need to get on with it. I feel the need to explain those posts from a non-dramatized, real-world view. I need to kind of put myself out there, in hopes to help others, as I try to do with any of my posts, as well as give myself a little therapy. A lot has happened, during and since that little story. To protect the innocent, what I will say is that there has been a bit of family drama in my life, and there was an event that happened, which I give a glimpse of in the first Failman post, that shook me to my core and broke me. I had a nervous breakdown. I was like a china shop that was destroyed in the worst hurricane ever known in human history. I had never felt so broken and useless. ...

Quick apology to and English majors reading this. This is a one take, quick edit review before I post. The tour of mind palace now in the past, the once powerful Super Hero stares back at the palace into a specific window high on the wall on the northern wing of the palace. On the other side of the window, Failman stands stoically sipping on one of the Super Hero’s best casks of bourbon, staring back down at the Super Hero with disgust. He knows what he must do. He knows that in order to fully control the power of the mind palace and be able to access all of its rooms, he must destroy the Super Hero and take his essence. Failman knows, however, that to perform this deed he must be deliberate in his actions. Otherwise, the Super Hero will return, and Failman does not want that. Failman will be the master of the mind palace and bend it to his will. Below in the depths of the palace in a prison cell, the demon smiles. Failman takes a long enjoyable sip of his drink, and sets down t...

When my daughter was 5 years old, we had a discussion on power while we were heading to school. This was another chapter in a normal exchange between us, where she would ask me deep question about the world and life in general, and I would do my best explaining to her a view that could be as objective as possible. Sometimes my views were more subjective than objective, depending on the subject that we were talking about. On this particular day, it required a holistic approach, or at least the best that I could give.  The conversation started out with questions related to government. Admittedly, I have slept a few times since then, so I cannot say that I remember the conversation completely. What I do remember was that the conversation took a turn toward what power can do to people. I remember telling my daughter that great old phrase from Uncle Ben: "With great power comes great responsibility." My daughter didn't quite understand it, so I explained it.  I said, ...