Art is notorious for honoring its dead heroes. It's time to recognize that endless refining of decontructionism is the equivilent of having one's head in the sand. It gets a little dark in a closed enclave, and there's a whole world going on outside that couldn't care less. The struggle of the individual began with passionate fighting for protoplasmic breeding rights in the primordial soup. The quality that arises is what makes life possible, and passion is its spark.
Life overcomes the ugly, and it's about time.
Hooray for heroes.