Unknown to me until yesterday, introduced by my friend Melissa, this is Darrell Scott. His music dovetails handily with a recent conversation or two about feeling enlisted as banner carriers for the Perfection of Chaos. I walk a crooked road.
I have issues with any view of life as a linear experience. This is not a secret. I am cheered when what seemed to be a solitary trudge turns out to be more companionable, when information zooms in and says I am not alone in my notions of what any of this is or is not about or how it works.
Last week my son and I began watching STARGATE UNIVERSE upon his friend's recommendation. Having seen the movie and tried watching the other series, we had missed this, something altogether different. Without, I hope, revealing too much, the two, 20-episode seasons are going to pass too quickly. If sleep wasn't one of our requirements, we'd be well into Year Two by now. Any television show that could push the pleasure and surrender of a night's sleep to second choice has to be way beyond ordinary. Brief synopsis of what particularly caught my attention: ancient space ship powered by ancient wisdom, its course known only to it, Destiny, by name. Sound familiar? In my unwritten manifesto, one of the first observations is that what happens to any and all of us is just life being life. And that's just one aspect of the show. Power struggles and choosing of sides that remind me of an ill-fated newspaper guild drive in another life, believers, non-believers, creative pseudo-and-real science and plots worthy of Shakespeare or Machiavelli lurk in every under-lit passageway.
We will grow even wearier than we otherwise might, waiting for life to straighten up and let us do it our way. The ship IS in control, the road IS crooked and we are capable of being happy and lonesome at the same time. Perhaps we are closer to The Mystery in December as hours of light shorten. It reminds us we are in the dark much of the time without noticing.