The Flash in the Crisis on Infinite Earths

Sometimes I wonder
if the best thing
to do is to calibrate
the self to the world.

When he found that
he'd gotten the
super speed he'd
long admired in
Jay Garrick, the
original Flash,
Barry Allen came
to realize that
it meant he would
have to learn to
slow down, too,
because not everyone
moved or thought
or generally metabolized
at the same speed.

He could either decide
that he had no place
in the slow world or
adjust himself accordingly.

The thing is, it's hard
to visualize a Flash
who didn't adjust in a flash,
because Wolfman nor Waid
nor any other writer that
I've come across has dealt
with that, maybe Johns
in Allen's big return,
but to turn back the clock,
Barry was known for being
the consummate hero,
the ultimate good guy,
and it's a reputation
no amount of speed can shake.

But that's what Marv poses
in his book, repeating the
same dilemma, to adjust
or maladjust, the self
in the world, that's the question.

Do I find some peace,
some real peace, eventually,
do I make myself find it,
or do I persist in the jellyfish
world, filled with tanks and
seven pounds, desperate straits
and zen philosophy that sees
art and sense, but little else?

Well, if the Flash could,
in a flash, can I?