I started reading a book about Andy Kaufman written by Florian Keller: 'Andy Kaufman: Wrestling with the American Dream,' and though I have no useful or thought provoking insights on the book after three pages, it's come to my attention that when people talk about Kaufman, or for that matter, Bill Hicks or Jackie Chan or that other dude who was really super good at kung fu and seemed pretty enlightened who died that tragic death but I can't remember his name, they should start each and every book about these people like this:

_________________ is so amazing that when he/she/it is suggested I feel this weakness, this love I can't explain. It's like lust, but not like physical sexy lust, just like this yearning. When I think of them, I want to say their name with an ananda at the end like yogis do. I want to scream out from the rooftops and I want to try to do one of those mayday poles along with a bunch of other people who are all, like me, wearing stilts. I want to do this just to pay tribute to their life, and their enjoyment and understanding of it. Also, when I think of them, and when that lust sort of hits me, it makes me understand, well sort of, those people who become cannibals out of a supreme kind of weird love for their victims.

That's how they should start. If they don't feel that way (and I don't mean to insinuate that this Keller person doesn't feel that way, but oh boy is she making my Kaufman thrill feel mired in a moat), but one should not write a book, a play, a piece of music, take a photograph or anything else for that matter unless they feel that about their subject.