When I was young
I chased their gossamer wings

Now I sit still
And they come lie with me

Sometimes I fight the sunshine of hope
Forgetting that having planted seeds of love
Watered with trickles of affection
(And occasionally weeded of poisons)
I need but wait for light and time
To bear fruit that feeds the world.

My life has no more meaning than a flower.
But oh, the meaning of a flower!

Batman can be interpreted either as a typical hero’s journey or a morality play about chronic underinvestment in Gotham’s mental health care system.

I am an ordinary beautiful being.
I am a mundane miracle of creation.
I am a common sacred life.
I am a run-of-the-mill child of God.