posted on Nov, 20 2018 @ 08:51 AM
originally posted by: Flavian
a reply to: Lysergic
I like Stan Lee and his comics but i have to say i kind of agree with this Bill Maher character (whoever he is). At the end of the day, they are
simply light entertainment. For all i love the Hulk, it is hardly Rene Descartes or Dostoevsky.
That said, i also agree he could have said this at any time over the last 10 years, rather than waiting until Mr Lee has just died.
Ummm...I totally disagree...
Those comics were a vehicle that transported a malnourished impoverished boy up out of hunger pangs...into realms where imagination fueled by Mr
Lee’s created characters carried that boy through into the next day...
There were many days like that...far too many to remember each one distinct from any other...but I always had Thor...and Ironman...the X-men and Dr
Strange there to help me cope...to lend me some of that character and strength...
These stories helped me form my own character...where recognition of good and bad qualities are inherent in all of us...Where fight or flight...goes
hand in hand with balancing different aspects of an singular persona that further realizes self is a culmination of decisive recognition that all of
these inherent qualities are neither good or bad...but parts and parcel of the human condition...
Such insight is never part of light entertainment...but part of that self same struggle faced not just by today’s reader or viewer...but by those
also who listened to these same struggles while huddled around a fire...keeping the dark at bay...
No sir...not light entertainment...but escape...and eventual return...with character forged by vicarious hero exploit as one placed oneself within
each scenario within the context of those struggles...
So...even though those days where hunger seemed to gnaw it’s way through a frail and sickly body are long gone...lie somewhere in the distant
past...I get to experience these companion hero’s and their titanic challenges all over again...
I get to remember what they meant to me...how much I lived through them...through long days and months while lying in a hospital bed...
I am not ashamed of my past...of where I came from...It was what it was...however I want to thank Mr. Stan Lee for helping me...for gifting me entire
worlds to explore...for helping shape my character...for helping me glimpse that humanity resides within the human condition...and that there are
undercurrents and reasons why persons are who they are...and do what they do...
Perhaps not Descartes or Dostoyevsky...who also reside both within and on my book shelves...but every bit as important...
At least to me...
YouSir
edit on 20-11-2018 by YouSir because: I chose to...