In an attempt at justification of my career choice, a quote from "The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay."
“The pain of his loss, though he would never have spoken of it in these terms, was always with him in those days, a cold smooth ball lodged in his chest, just behind his sternum. For that half hour spent in the dappled shade of the Douglas firs, reading Betty and Veronica, the icy ball had melted away without him even noticing. That was magic – not the apparent magic of the silk hatted cardpalmer, or the bold, brute trickery of the escape artist, but the genuine magic of art. It was a mark of how fucked up and broken was the world – the reality – that had swallowed his home that such a feat of escape, by no means easy to pull off, should remain so universally despised.”