I hated the boys who'd cut their long hair and binned their crappy prog albums in an attempt to join in. Which I'd written off as some kind of Nazi thing after seeing a photograph of Sid Vicious sporting a swastika armband. As a committed outsider, I refused to jump on the bandwagon of this new musical fad, I'd kept my distance during the first flush of the new paradigm, when the walls of the sixth-form common room shed their suburban-surreal Roger Dean Yes album covers and grew a fresh new skin of Sex Pistols pictures, Blondie pinups, Buzzcocks collages, Clash radical chic. I'd wandered in late to the punk party in 1978, when it was already over and the Sex Pistols were history.

“My interest in comics was scribbled over with a revived, energized passion for clothes, records, and music. Supergods: What Masked Vigilantes, Miraculous Mutants, and a Sun God from Smallville Can Teach Us About Being Human Why shouldn’t we use all our brilliance to leap in as many single bounds as it takes to a world beyond ours, threatened by overpopulation, mass species extinction, environmental degradation, hunger, and exploitation? Superman and his pals would figure a way out of any stupid cul-de-sac we could find ourselves in - and we made Superman, after all.” We are already divine magicians, already supergods. We bring the thunderbolt of meaning and significance to unconscious matter, blank paper, the night sky. We are the hands and eyes and ears, the sensitive probing feelers through which the emergent, intelligent universe comes to know its own form and purpose. We have camera eyes that speed up, slow down, and even reverse the flow of time, allowing us to see what no one prior to the twentieth century had ever seen - the thermodynamic miracle of broken shards and a puddle gathering themselves up from the floor to assemble a half-full wineglass. Superhuman cyborgs, we plug into cell phones connecting us to one another and to a constantly updated planetary database, an exo-memory that allows us to fit our complete cultural archive into a jacket pocket. Because the numinous is everywhere, we need to be reminded of it. “If our shallow, self-critical culture sometimes seems to lack a sense of the numinous or spiritual it’s only in the same way a fish lacks a sense of the ocean.

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