Temporary Autonomous Zone. Like the TAZ, the rave is wild, nomadic, outside the maps of Power. Anyone who has been part of a REAL rave, if only once, briefly, knows that its insane, insanely beautiful ferocity is something that exceeds all the contrived parlour-games that pass for alternatives, social or political. So FUCK IT if most of this California rave-scene is still ensnared in niteklubbism. If you had to have JUST ONE metaphor for it all to live by and through, wouldn't that just be it.
Raves signal the return to Western culture of sacred dance.
A dance that balances discipline with excess, ecstasy with focus. How appropriate that the advent of a spiritualized form of movement to the center of Civilization should present itself in a totally decadent, seemingly profane form. So what if all this prepacked ravitis costs too much. Define the rave for me. Suppose, just for a second that we subtract one by one each of the above accessories.