Sex. Reality Cancer. The Apocalypse. Clowns. Promethea, Volume 5 seamlessly weaves all these disparate elements together in the conclusion to Alan Moore and J. H. Williams III's epic story. 
 This is a particularly difficult series to review because you don't just read Promethea; you experience it. Moore's writing and Williams' art join together to create something magical that succeeds because of the medium, not in spite of it. Promethea is very ambitious, and there were occasional moments when I had no idea what was going on plot-wise. Fortunately, the emotional undercurrents and the gorgeous art were more than enough to keep me invested, and the stunning final chapter tied everything together in a way I never thought possible. 
 I suspect that each person will react differently to Promethea depending on their own experiences. This is true of all art I suppose, but it seems particularly relevant here. I loved it, and I can't wait to reread each volume and look for things I missed the first time around. The next time someone tells you comics are for kids and don't have any literary merit, smack them (because that's an ignorant thing to say) and then give them a copy of Promethea. That should straighten them out.