Life is change; static is death. I've stated this before, and it remains true. But I failed to fully explore the implications of that statement. I knew how it applied to my error -- trying to preserve a static identity, through the insulation of myself from any influence of others, not realizing that to do so was nothing better than the meticulous preservation of a corpse, an artifact useful for others but pernicious to the individual in question -- but I missed the key part, what I thought was a minor method of my greater madness that was in fact the most important part of the mistake: the insulation of myself from the influence of others.

Over the past three days, I have, along with a group of between ten and fifteen other people, rewatched the entire first season of Heroes. A good show, especially for network television. One of the things I was struck by while rewatching is its thematic coherence, something I'm fairly certain is quite rare for television in general: from the beginning, the message of love through togetherness and the need to unite to overcome is clearly emphasized without hitting you over the head with it, dealt with in a number of different ways without it getting monotonous. The themes themselves are not particularly original (indeed, are glaringly unoriginal), but my point is that they're presented well.