I think it’s a significant realization that belief in yourself is different than belief in a deity (and that was partly my point with this strip). In the self it’s more meant as “confidence,” whereas in a deity it is in blind acceptance.
And I have a similar double-feeling about many celebrities who’s work I like, that I’m not sure I’d get along with them in person. As a creative person, I know how deceptive art can be to an artist’s nature.
That feeling of dreading days which started out cheery is true of me in the past. Not so much any more.
And yeah, peanuts is one of my favorite comics, but sometime int he 80s it seemed to become a bit too parodying of itself.
I love (some) novels which have nothing to say, but are more an examination of the human condition or a snapshot of a moment in someone’s life. but they can also be dreadful.
I used to have a lot of trouble to really focus and think. When I finally began to train myself to quiet all those side thoughts and do it, it was awesome.
There’s a deep point there: exhibiting will has a price.
Well, a deep point until you think about it too much. Thus is the way of Randall.