The mark of the editor is blue. Everything created faces some sort of editorial change in production. Do you honor the object? Or do you celebrate the creator? You cannot admire both without the other suffering. Every Blue Pencil is a lesson in hubris and humility; but can we accept the stings of changes?

Too often, we act in haste and not hegemony. We are instinctually programmed to react to pressure -- while the better of us choose, instead, to respond to danger instead of becoming part of the tension. The cohesion of the human soul requires a response, and never a reaction.

Are we our thoughts, or are we our vows? In the everlasting battle between mind and country, we struggle to define our private lives against our best public interests. Do we owe ourselves to our moral victories, or our solemn vows? We cannot cut it both ways!

Henry Fonda never stopped being where he was from. He was always an up-from-the-dirt Nebraskan, and the consequence of that fatality was an effect on his performances that was always influenced, and echoed in the dirt, sand, and gravel of the braided prairie. Nebraskans are famous for being friendly, but befriending a Nebraskan is altogether another matter!

We don't need to know better; we need to know differently. We must always be aware of challenging our past experiences against a future memory in amber. Do we really know everything required to live a prescient life? Or do we need to release what holds us back from learning something new? Have we yet to learn the correct, existential, pronunciation of Worcestershire sauce?

Reading used to mean something of value was exchanged for the experience. Today, a book is but a memory of what it once meant to huddle your mind in a safe haven against a toxic sea.

All children deserve our protection. Our children are abused every day by overeating, lack of sleep, and media exploitation. Let's address, and fight back against, this sort of abuse-by-proxy!

We want our aesthetic to be universal; but it is framed by us where we stand. SuperGenius literary critic Harold Bloom urged us, before he died this week, to ask beyond "What is it for?" -- and to move our thoughtful analysis into a wider notion of wondering with understanding that breaks the context of nationalism, and severs the ties of human boundaries.

We add definition to what we know by the skeletons we see. We recognize on the horizon the difference between a Church Steeple and an armored tank by processing a precognitive understanding of the midline of a skeleton structure based upon what we see. We apply those definitions of danger, and safety, to the rest of our lives in language and human associations.

Even our SuperGeniuses can sometimes be wrong. Let there be no doubt Bob Lefsetz is an intellectual giant among us. Several times a week, he implores us to be better people in his ubiquitous "Lefsetz Letter" but, alas, last week Bob released a missive entitled, "The Deaf Installer" that missed the mark, and wounded more than it healed. Here's why...