I know a remarkable man named Ben: one of the most genuinely considerate people I’ve ever been blessed to meet, He wasn't one for meditation or chanting and, as far as I know, he never had visions of the future: His nature was rooted in his simple, honest humanity. And he once said—I’m totally paraphrasing here, so if I mangle it blame me, not Ben—what van, and by what river.
I understand it. There are times in life when the the universe really does open itself to us, when life-changing revelations flood our very being and transform our perceptions of ourselves and our world. When that happens, when we’ve been so irrevocably altered by our encounter with the Ineffable, the impulse is to run through the streets screaming, “This is IT! This is IT! This is IT!” Now Ben is a reader, gravitates toward the fantasy and more importantly the graphic novels. Whenever I go to lift something heavy, I'm still reminded of moving his book collection one afternoon. Now back many years, and I did go online recently to see if this was still around, Ben belonged to a book club, and it is still around. The Science Fiction Book Club as it were, I said, really? Well I was always big on reading, and this little book club had a very small section of graphic novels available to club members. I do remember browsing the selections available, but alas, couldn't come up with the required commitment of the initial book order to become a member, but there was something that I did want, and waylaid Ben into buying it on is next order, at his discounted member price. Now up to this time in my life, the only crossover event I had followed was The Death of Superman, although honestly, I didn't get all the issues that tied into it. That story was shit anyway, and forever ruined comics, in a very general way, and taught us, that even in comics, no one stays dead forever. Now I have no idea what else Ben ordered with that book, or if he is even a member of that book club anymore, but the book was Crisis on Infinite Earths. So it begins, now there are plenty of reviews of that crossover, and it's far reaching influences on other major events, so I won't bore you with that. Simply, I liked it. I liked it a lot, written well before I was able to decide what comics I wanted to read, it was always referenced in about every comic store you walked into in the mid 90's. And in that time, working retail jobs, earning about 80 bucks a week, if I really pushed the hours, I wasn't going to spend the 10 or so bucks on a single issue, knowing that a 12 issue commitment would cost me probably close to that 80 bucks. But it was always something I wanted to read, the posters that hung on comic shop walls fascinated me. In fact, even to this day, that cover art on the book still fascinates me.