Comic books are often perceived to be for juvenile young boys who aren't up to the reading level that they should be. They are hardly revered as a type of cultural mythos, but perhaps they should be. Throughout time, mankind's evolving culture has always created stories of valiant men and women who often inspire through great deeds of courage and moralistic assistance. The early Paleolithic Aurignacian cave paintings depict a hunter gathering enough food for his people to last the winter. The earliest form of English writing, Beowulf, tells of a strong hero who fights against ghastly demons. History has always been eager to show us a hero, and has always yarned tales of appreciation for a hero. However, if a comic book hero truly existed in reality would we cheer and applaud him or fear and condemn him?
Growing up as a bookworm I spent many weeks worth of my allowance on my favorite super-heroes. I believe that comic books for a young boy do nothing but plant seeds of great imagination and help to bolster a usage of words that young people would normally bulk at. I would envy the Incredible Hulk's brute strength, gasp as Spider-Man dodged bullets with a ballet dancer's deft, and marvel at Batman's analytical mind. Underneath a
Heroes do exist, but sometimes they are the underdogs. Meanwhile, the public is left to fight our own comic-book-type-battles inside our minds. We fight to uncover the truth. That maybe there are superheroes who become entangled in the webs of someone else's greed and jealousy. Or maybe we come to realize that the man we wanted to be a hero was quite possibly nothing but a villain all along.