Rectify, the greatest show on TV, points out the decaying state of feature cinema and a new elevated cerebral nature of television.

I’ve been preoccupied, and thus missed last week’s Season Two opener of Rectify.

The juxtapositions and parting paths of a fateful life teased to brittle embers continued without qualms!

The greatest show on television in generations is back. A Faulknerian descent to glory and beyond.

Welcome back, Rectify!

I rarely speak in such overblown terms about entertainment media, but this show cements the fact that excellence and thought is now produced for our living rooms, not for the theaters (unless mindless spectacle, talking animals, and rote heroics are pleasing to you).

Daniel Holden’s initial statement to the press, upon his release from false imprisonment (or was it?) in the show’s first episode last season exemplifies the soul of this magnificent show.

Hello. I’m not sure what to make of this drastic change of course in my life. I’m certainly not against it.

Over the past two decades I have developed a strict routine which I followed religiously. You might say a way of living and thinking, or not thinking, as was often the point of, well…the point.

Now this way of being didn’t encourage the contemplation that a day like today could ever occur, or a tomorrow like tomorrow would be before me, now.

I had convinced myself that that kind of optimism served no useful purpose in the world where I existed.

Obviously this radical belief system was flawed, and was ironically, a kind of a fantasy itself.

At the least, I feel that those specific coping skills were best suited to the life there, behind me. I doubt they will serve me so well for the life in front of me.

So I will need to seriously reconsider my worldview.”

And so must we all, each day we wake up.

Each glorious debarkation of life and fresh ascendance is fraught with inner evolutionary tumult.