But no matter, this one rocked my world, and again I wished I'd written the story. And again, the story met with a wall of criticism. Some thought it outright terrible. The reaction made me angry. I was also angry because this only served to show that nothing anyone says about a story, whether student or faculty, whether in workshop or in publishing, whether agent or reader - nothing they say really makes any difference.
Criticism has no weight.
Critique is pointless. Some have more. Maybe it's a problem of physics. It has nothing to do with excellence. Maybe it's a problem of Philosophy.