Jealousy seems counterproductive, especially compared to more tempestuous and vulnerable fuels, like lust or obsession. My sense is that it's hard to get art to ignite at cold temperatures. And I've been frozen, immobilized, for way too long. Time to get limber and loose, like knee raises or hot yoga. My best self, therefore, has to be aligned with the idea that awesome art is already too rare and if other people do it, we all win. But if 1970s Bono met today's Bono. Oh with the facekicking.