How strange it has become and how strange it all is. But it seems to
stop at – is. Now, I have to go with the ritual deprivation angle here.
Rituals are more than lighting candles (how archaic is that?) or feasts or
murdering trees or trips to the dentist. They are shared common experiences
which may provide social cohesion. To this effect, rituals can reinforce social
distinctions or, they can overcome social distinctions creating homogeneity
over larger aggregated populations.
Rituals also provide for us, the anticipation of events, which we take
for granted, that will occur. Anything taken for granted can become the
dreaded false sense of security. In this universe at least, nothing has-is-will be
I never cared for digital clocks. They suggest to me that Time just moves
forward in a straight line through infinity. In an unorganic concept, this might
be so but that is not my experience of it. Mine is a sense of circles.
Sun up, Sun down. Moon up and then down. Start all over again.
Circles. Everywhere. When time is reduced to a straight line, to me, it
becomes as the unsettling void of distance at sea when land is beyond sight.
When sailors of antiquity were troubled by the immeasurable distances of
the oceans, what did they do? They consulted the circles. Circles do not lie.
They do not conceal or guide us falsely.
Now, many of us and in varying degrees, all of us, are out to sea without
an astrolabe. Bereft our rituals, time takes on a distinct shapelessness.
The future once so dependable, now lurks below the surface. At least on
shit creek you know what direction things go, paddle or not.
Spring is on Her way
Now there's a ritual
To count on,
Bet the cave on.