The Superman Animus

I once wrote an email to one of my friends that laid out logical and rational arguments as to why Superman could never fairly compete in the Olympic Games. The arguments were, admittedly, not terribly well formed. Simple observations of physics and biochemistry that would render it impossible to level the playing field between the Kryptonian and any of Earth's greatest athletes. I posited some notions that I would imagine other coming up with to make the events themselves more even. Also I discussed the possibility of weakening the Man of Steel just enough to...well, basically to make him human. Ultimately I came to the conclusion that such endeavors were impossible. You could weaken him with Kryptonite, but how much do you weaken him? How much Krypotnite can you use before you weaken him too much...or kill him? At what point have you gone too far and made him less than human, for lack of a more appropriate phrase? You can't tailor the events because then you lose all fairness. If Superman has to do a 200 meter sprint while ducking rockets saving children from giant robot spiders (yeah, that), how does that equate to a human simply running the 200? Fact: it doesn't. No one has that kind of other-worldly, omniscience to sufficiently evaluate two different levels of activity equal when matched appropriately to human and Kryptonian contestants.

Unfortunately, this email is lost to the vasty nothingness that is the internet ten years (ish) ago. Assuming that someone hasn't kept it all this time. The entertainment or nostalgia for my, um, youth? Is that right? "Youth?" Anyway, that's not the reason I bring it up. That email was written freely with humor and with a geek's reckless disregard for the laws of the real world or the disapproval of net-nerds and the spelling critics. It just kind of happened. Just came out...eh, there might have been some alcohol. I'm wondering (though it may appear somewhat paradoxical at the moment) what happened to that ability? I don't write like that any more. Each time I sit down to write I spend a lot of time trying to figure out exactly what I want to say. Each word in a sentence, every sentence in a paragraph, etc. If it doesn't all come together in my head, I never get started. It didn't used to be that way.