{"id":1005,"date":"2004-11-03T14:10:00","date_gmt":"2004-11-03T14:10:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2004\/11\/03\/1005\/"},"modified":"2004-11-03T14:10:00","modified_gmt":"2004-11-03T14:10:00","slug":"1005","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2004\/11\/03\/1005\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p>At any given instant<br \/>\nAll solids dissolve, no wheels revolve,<br \/>\nAnd facts have no endurance&#8212;<br \/>\nAnd who knows if it is by design or pure inadvertence<br \/>\nThat the Present destroys it&#8217;s inherited self-importance? <\/p>\n<p>                                            &#8212;W.H. Auden (1944)  <\/p>\n<p>What happens when we have no more heroes? It&#8217;s like our biggest secret. What happens when what we  worship becomes human, when we realize what we idolize is just like us.<\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t think we need religion, but we need heroes. Blazing tales of creation we&#8217;ve carried from the campfire to a modern landscape of silver screen stars. It&#8217;s not about gods, it&#8217;s about the way we&#8217;re wired. A heart to heart with heaven, &#8220;You&#8217;re one of the lucky&#8221;, it matters what I do with this. We are sad little ghosts, creating special people, celebrity trails of undiluted glory and light. <\/p>\n<p>But they&#8217;re not. I had breakfast with someone who spoke in awe about my friends and friends of friends. Envy dripping to his plate yellow as the yolk of the egg I swiped up with my brown bread toast. He didn&#8217;t know the compartmentalizations inside my brain. The way my neural network touches these people. I didn&#8217;t have to care, but I did. I&#8217;ve seduced my heroes, shattered my poets. I&#8217;m Penny Lane to the world I want. Techno tart perfect, I don&#8217;t need this. <\/p>\n<p>I am potent, I can conquer.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>At any given instant All solids dissolve, no wheels revolve, And facts have no endurance&#8212; And who knows if it is by design or pure inadvertence That the Present destroys it&#8217;s inherited self-importance? &#8212;W.H. Auden (1944) What happens when we have no more heroes? It&#8217;s like our biggest secret. What happens when what we worship &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2004\/11\/03\/1005\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1005","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1005","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1005"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1005\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1005"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1005"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1005"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}