Thinking on the children of my friend died in a car accident and my fantasy of knowing them when their old enough to appreciate me gushing about how much he meant and telling them stories, wanting to convey his sense of humour and intelligence and specialness. In that moment I might bring him back to life or so goes my fantasy but thinking harder it isn’t likely. Plus they moved to California. Might try to write a song about it, perchance in song the goals are achieved. A super power. DC comics needs to explore “Making Stuff Man” a super hero who makes song and fridge magnets.
People talk about their birthright as though to declare you are paleo or a blue bombers fan or someone who drives a prius is your birthright. Others would say the birthright is just needing to eat, to sleep, to have sex. Conditions often look like Alvy Singer’s response to Annie Hall’s brother “excuse me Dwayne I’m due back on Earth”. The thing about art is there is no objective measurement of good and bad. Everything is good or bad to someone and neither conclusion is wrong.