Sunday arrived early in my case. Was it that two hour nap which I enjoyed yesterday afternoon? Or was it a melange of current events in my subconscious which aroused me at 5:30AM today? Impossible to tell. Anyway it’s a typical chilly mid-western spring day, brilliant sunlight, and everything fades by comparison to the moment when you feel addressed, when the universe whispers how fortunate that you are alive.

At Starbucks I had a few moments of conversation with a friend. We celebrated the extraordinary conclusion of The Preakness Stakes race. CBS Sports covered the ‘miracle’ win in these terms:

Ahead of the final stretch, Journalism broke from the pack as horses and jockeys briefly jostled up against the inside rail. Journalism then overtook a seemingly insurmountable Gosger lead to edge out the dramatic victory.

“You can’t realize what this horse did today,” jockey Umberto Rispoli said after the race. “Look, he made himself again get going. It’s all about him. It’s a privilege to ride a horse like him.”

At Starbucks I settled in to read several sections from the little book by Hakim Bey, T.A.Z. The Temporary Autonomous Zone, Ontological Anarchy, Poetic Terrorism. I cannot give you a good reason why I like this book, just that I do. The title is a direct description of the content of the book.

Bey suggests, indeed insists to refute the hegemony of cause & effect which had seemed to me airtight, a seamless, elevated-to-the-horizon view of human affairs, of history. Perhaps such Determinism is only the background, a stage-set of sorts for the real action that creates anew in every successive present? As Bey puts it:

…and every instant also gives birth to a world– …a present in which all impossibilities are renewed, where regret & premonition fade to nothing in one presential hologrammatical psychomantric gesture.

The “normative” past or future heat-death of the universe mean as little to us as last year’s GNP or the withering away of the State. All Ideal pasts, all futures which has not yet come to pass, simply obstruct our consciousness of total vivid presence.

Do not allow the neo-logisms in the quotation to trip you up. Writers often imagine new ways of expressing an angle of view.

Not unrelated to all of this is an intentional statement recently delivered by Bruce Springsteen at a concert in Manchester England. Springsteen’s message to the world was not surprising to me, and was an act of courage placing himself in the crosshairs of a murderous American authoritarian. If you’d like to view his statement in full CLICK HERE.

Why not conclude this with an durable, fabulous anthem to the timeless moment(s) of creation! Does not Dancing Queen by ABBA make the case?