31 August

Where are our standards? Yours? Mine? Theirs? Now, then? We could focus on who is magnificent now, but this must be based on our own. We can compare to then, but we'd have to compare to all history. Bob Dylan, Mozart, Beethoven as far as impact on their society and future artists. But what does this matter? Standards, no, are our own. Set by our selves. Based on that which we find important. Could our biggest downfall be thinking we're becoming more like our heroes?

As we recognize this idea, we see a likeness, as if to be becoming her. Or him. Kerouac, Lohan, O'steen, Oprah, Jesus. He who wrote the best "Self-help" book never wrote. He who inspired me most only shared what he did. The best words I can think of are, "... as taught by ..." Rather, in trying to be, we practice. In becoming, we recognize ourselves.