The poet sees for a certainty how one not a great artist may be just as sacred and perfect as the greatest artist..... The power to destroy or remould is freely used by him but never the power of attack. What is past is past.This is actually part of the Preface to Walt Whitman's 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass, but pretend it's not for a moment, and forget Whitman's actual intentions for this quote. Just throw all of that out.
We are in the afterlife of these words.
And in this afterlife, these words are what fandom is to me. We can write and draw and paint and sew and throw pottery and sing and read and access any number of amazing, resplendent talents in order to extend, evaluate, interrogate, re-envision, texturize, deepen, and reinvent our canon. But these are labors of love and passion. It's pointless to wank--at each other or at canon--because no one really, truly, wants to be angry. It's not fun, and it's just not worth your time. That's what frank, cordial discussion is for. That's what fannish remoulding is for.
And then, I just kept that first line in there because it speaks to me as one of the millions of "not a great artists" on the Internet, and in the world, and carved/not carved into the annals of history. :P If you're doing something that takes your passion and makes it something shared and tangible, you're doing a sacred, perfect thing: Remember that.
A huuuuuuuge thank you to everyone who reads this, for being fandom. ♥