Now there’s a man! He was spectacular!  Listen to these words:  “I keep going, and I don’t know: have I gotten into stench and shame, or into light and joy?  That’s the whole trouble, because everything on earth is a riddle. …  Because when I fall into the abyss, I go straight into it, head down and heels up, and I’m even pleased that I’m falling in just such a humiliating position, and for me I find it beautiful.  And so in that very shame I suddenly begin a hymn.  Let me be cursed, let me be base and vile, but let me also kiss the hem of that garment in which my God is clothed; let me be following the devil at the same time, but still I am your son, Lord, and I love you, and I feel a joy without which the world cannot stand and be” (108).  A brilliant man. A man of breadth and depth, who can reconcile the irreconcilable.  In short, a hero. Don’t you think?