The Unbearably Silenced 2nd Meaning

I started this blog in a whirlwind of Loki-driven wonder, in awe of the sneaky brilliance I'd seen on the screen in the summer of 2012. I'd fully intended to explore The Avengers' second meaning and give the film the thorough analysis I felt it deserved.

Fortunately, at that time I was working (mostly) full-time and attending grad school and thus had no free hours to devote to elaborate fannish explication. My wretched schedule saved me from doing something quite foolish. As giddy as I'd been over the film, I never questioned the wisdom of sharing its hidden truths.

Now that I've had time to think, I realize I'd be doing the work, its creators, and fans a disservice by analyzing it in depth before the story reaches its natural conclusion. I assume this is why similar explorations of The Avengers haven't cropped up online. I can't, after all, be the only audience member who recognized astonishing mischief was afoot in the film.
So about The Avengers? I'm shutting up now. Alas...

I Surrender

For as long as I have had conscious awareness, stories have obsessed me. It is simply my nature. For the last several years, however, I have battled my fannish tendencies ruthlessly, directing my mental energies instead to areas of science and health where I believed they could serve more productively.

Indeed, they did. I now know as much about health and disease as I know about the saga of the Skywalker family and the picayune details of the Potterverse. I will never regret this hard-won knowledge. Scientific understanding satisfies my intellect.

Yet my spirit is left yearning for a story. Without this, the world is chilly and dull. I am through battling against this aspect of my character. If it is frivolous and indulgent, so be it. Life without stories is no life worth having, and thus:

I surrender.