Author: daintyfire
“They’re like, 12”
— — The correct way to refer to anyone younger than you (via guy)
“There’s people who have it worse.”
Ok. Listen.
Of course abuse is worse for some people than to other people.
If you burn your arm. It hurts. Like it really fucking hurts.
B u t.
If you burn your finger, it also hurts. It still really fucking hurts.
They both hurt. The arm seems worse because the surface of the harm is larger compared to the finger, but that doesn’t mean that burning a finger is painless.
If you tell someone: “there is someone, somewhere who burned an arm”.
That won’t fucking heal their finger.
Those situations don’t cancelled each other out.
The thought of someone burning an arm, doesn’t mean someone can’t burn a finger.
my art: Damian Wayne from Batman
It’s an example for art class I taught. This week I set a topic ‘when character become human’, it’s about painting comics’ characters as a human portrait. It’s fun and good for practice drawing. 🙂
Brudick.
[Batman – Masterpieces]
All soul saving is collaboration; love is never selfless; it changes both parties; and knowing another person is a balancing act of empathy and acceptance and awareness – the ability to intuit about another when they need to be heard, held, heeded and most importantly, left alone; the ability to allow another to hear, heed, hold and disappear as they will, want, and would without weighing your own needs; the ability to recognize that no matter how well you think you know another, much of what you think you know is a projection of your own soul and assumption their soul is the same – and so, finally, the ability to remember in the midst of the nuclear fusion that is love, souls don’t fuse – love is about being able to see where two are one, and continuing to respect and honor where two are two. The moment you actually believe someone has saved you, they become responsible (in your delusion of having been saved) for not just your joy, but the sorrow they’ve not managed to repair – and too, you begin to resent them, you resent them for the projection of your own belief that you were too weak to save yourself.
No Robin, Batman didn’t save you. He loved you. And that is a far more complicated and dangerous thing than any of the adventures afterward, than any of the villains along the way.
And it is why Batman so willingly sends you out in your own cape on your own, why Batman doesn’t tell you how to solve the crimes you solve or love the people you love, why Batman sometimes seems so melancholy and spends so much time alone in the cave; he has loved in ways that look like saving too many times.
Daintyfire 