Perhaps because Hollywood has gone AWOL on making Marvel comics come to life but I find myself thinking about the super-hero. Maybe because as children most of us go through a phase of wanting to fly, beat the bully, change our lives without actually trying just snapping the fingers, or leaping away from our homes in a single bound. Or even having the ability to heal.
Of course all comic heroes feed into an ancient part of our myths and story-telling, even the ones emerging in the forties in the propaganda war between the world’s opposing political factions. Though I think in our dreams of being able to do more than we actually can, we miss the incredible journey we have all made with no effort on our part at all.
The journey in the chaos of the universe for life to emerge to the even more miraculous one of how each and every relationship that produced a child for as far back as Homo Sapiens goes, could have been different, might never have happened, but somehow did through the million choices and chances of existence, to produce us.
Self awareness is not a super power to us but in the regions of creation and throughout galaxies it certainly must be, for everything flows from it.