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	in medias res gary e. davis	June 22, 2025

Latin: in the midst of things being in the flowing, if not whirling, mist of Time, focally: “in or into the heart or substance of a matter,” M-W Unabridged, “especially [sic]: in or into the middle of a narrative or plot without the formality of an introduction or other prelim- inary“—like unwitting birth into parents’ secret story of who “our” baby is to be. But baby’s intrinsic interest in Self gives early experience enhancive direction, albeit momentary at first, projecting itSelf into flows of need which gradually yield flows of desire, together shaping want, living in the ambiguity of dyadic appeal’s presence, often as unacceptable confusion crying for immediate satisfaction. Years go by as need and desire interplay, even compete, often being confused: desire mistaken for need, need concealed by desire, and conflicted want displaced to some other person or thing to have or to refuse. In the midst of things, oneSelf (covert background of a life) often inserts one- self (overt sense of selfidentity) as if oneself controls the flow of days: Conges- tions of the moment are others’ doing; or enthralling joys are unattainable, in one’s ways of so-differentiable feeling (so many ways we eventually may want to be in with who’s valued or/and with what’s valued for acceptable feeling). Events go by, pushed by media for another episode of daily humanity, supported by discriminating sponsors for your casual perusal: Top Stories, and other nug- gets of World Affairs, one’s nation, business, technology, science, health, and oh thankgod, Entertainment and Sports. Disaster, suffering, “Ok, ok, so, what else is new news? Let those elites of highly professional opinion, who venture beyond the headlined reports, be kept away from commonplace life and made a minimal nuisance by highly venturing ‘into the heart or substance of a matter’ by way of arcane resorts.” No. Let highly minding be good advice to flourishing lives and wise counsel to social governance. Make high flourishing the better appeal, meritocratic governance the better choice. “Whatever.” Days go by that soon become recent history: some trace of spirited time, amidst the mist of humanity today, so largely missed by the so-called news. Life goes on, whatever else happens, even for the leisure of being not yet dead: enjoyment (healthy, less so, and not), pretense (genuine, etc.), uncanniness (felt to some degree: highly? just-so “reality” to weather?)—or / and, thank goodness, graciousness (others’ and one’s own), altogether implying (to my mind) the prim- acy and integrity of ordinary life, even as an aesthetic of dailiness, going with the Flow, a drifting midst, as years go by, of phenomenal being.

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