I've got 2 words for you: "guilt" and "fear." Glowing in the follies of others puts our own mortality into focus. I'm guilty. I've talked enough shit about MJ over the last decade-plus to send me straight to the fiery depths. If not for his death yesterday, I'd still be stuck focusing on the tabloid insanity that had become the focus of his life. When he was on trial for his alleged inappropriate relationships with minors, no one gave 2 shits about what he had contributed to the world of music and entertainment. Now that he's gone, we remember.Truthfully, Michael Jackson the entertainer is all I care to remember...and I will. That super charismatic pre-teen belting out the Jackson 5 hits is an image that will never leave me. His impact on fans everwhere in the world is impossible to forget.I can comfortably state that there will never be another artist on the planet to have the impact that this fucked up eternal child had. Now, our heroes are supposed to be computer wiz types and businessmen. Fuck that! Give me KISS, Superman, and yes, Michael Jackson, so I can still, at least once in a while, FORGET about my "normal" life.