This Is Hawkwind -- Do Not Panic
In the late afternoon, a ray of light that originated in the heart of the sun roughly twelve minutes ago slips through the blinds behind me and re-shapes itself as six-inch tall, black-and-white dappled column on the upholstered walls of my stale cubicle. This interspace traveler is my only connection to the world outside this office, and it exists for barely a dozen minutes a day in a constantly shifting pattern of cubes and polyhedrons too thin for me to perceive as anything other than a flickering, two-dimensional representation of its life-giving glory.
I find it no great coincidence that the universe has seen fit to place my late-afternoon visitor’s point of departure at just such a distance from my own position in this universe; roughly twelve minutes is the exact same slice of time it takes Hawkwind to power through “Time We Left This World Today” on the digitally-restored edition of Hawkwind’s live album, Space Ritual.
There are no coincidences when it comes to Hawkwind. Light and sound move at completely different rates of speed – only the passage of time seemingly links the occurrence of light’s passage to Earth and Hawkwind’s passage through a song. But look closer – time is the link, and Hawkwind is time. One must accept that Hawkwind is, was and will be; that is all. The Church of Hawkwind makes no rules for its pilgrims. The music is the sacrament, the holy days occur whenever you take the sacrament, and there is no dogma other than “keep an open mind” -- a state that can be obtained merely by taking the sacrament. Hawkwind is, was and will be; that is all. Time is, was and will be; that is all. Hawkwind is Time is Time is Hawkwind. Any confusion you are experiencing is purely temporal.
Step into my four-dimensional parlour and let us discuss further the transubstantiation of Time via the mystery of Dave Brock’s pineal gland.
