Good morning, Internets!

I just realized that the story we *ought* to be telling, that most accurately reflects How We Succeed at Art, is *not* the story of the Special Child who uses the adversity of Tradition to snatch his gift, whole, from the hands of their elders, but the story of the Child who Trades Her Youth For A Gift.

It's funny, that the first story is thought to be uplifting, *true* and one that we therefore write and tell *often*, while the second story, which *IS* true, is, when it's told at all, is narrated as a Warning, and the Trader Child as a fool.

Of course, it could be that those two narratives are the same -- obverse and reverse.

Discuss.