They say "the market hates uncertainty," but certainty is no bargain either.
Clarke points out that "there is no knowledge more useless than to know all the future now," since we couldn't do a thing about it. It would turn even God into a passive witness of his own creation, nor could he "exercise any providence at all, since everything would already be unchangeably fixed without his active cooperation with us that can only be in a real now."
The real now. Not to go all hippie-dippie on you this early in the morning, but there is something awfully weird about the now. It's so fleeting, and yet only it has the fullness of reality, or is fully real. The past, to be sure, is -- or was -- real, but it is clearly lacking something. Those of you who have tried to live in the past will know what I mean.
It also makes no sense to live for the future, because only when you get there is it real, and if you haven't learned to live in the Real Now now, what makes you think you'll be able to do so then? Not to criticize people for living in the future, because it's one way to avoid and flee from the reality of the now.Or maybe we should adopt a more moderate stance: live a little bit in the past and future, but mostly in the now.
For my part, the older I get, it seems that it works the other way around: my primary means of escaping the future is to burrow down into the now, which is what I'm doing when I write these posts.
The future's uncertain and the end is always near.
Exactly. Mr. Morrison was correct, although even he didn't know just how near. But the older you are, the closer the end. The end
Of our elaborate plans / The end of everything that stands / The end, no safety or surprise / The end, I'll never look into your eyes again
That's a morbid thought, but if there's a day to entertain it, that day is today, no? As far as anyone knew, it was the end of Jesus. But he surprised them all and looked into their eyes again.
What did that do to the nature of time? For it seems that time itself underwent an ontological change when God "took it up" into himself. God, who is supposedly outside time, fully submitted to time, but time came out the loser. Now, it seems, Christ bisects every now, making it even more real than it was before. Instead of being just that fleeting moment between past and future, it is imbued with the fullness of eternity?
In any event, the now is still the only place where freedom can enter the picture. It is in this context that Clarke calls God the Great Jazz Player who improvises creatively as history unfolds.
As it so happens, at the moment, I'm listening in the background to the great jazz player Art Pepper, for whom the end was about a year away (but was always near, given his habits). Perhaps my favorite thing about him is the utter desperation with which he milks every now in his playing, no matter how otherwise deteriorated his physical being. The reviewer suggests that his playing in the track Goodbye
is his answer to Hamlet's soliloquy, the debate over the advantages of being and not being.... he plays increasingly intense phrases, both soul-searing and sentimental.
Like the spirits at the end of Thornton Wilder's Our Town, he is looking back and reflecting on what he will miss when he leaves the world behind: Farewell to hot dinners and hot chicks, farewell to girls with bad attitudes in tight dresses, farewell to one-night stands of both the musical and personal kind, farewell to forging checks, farewell to fixing with fellow convicts, farewell to practicing and practicing, to studying and absorbing everything he could..., to bad pianos and squeaky reeds, farewell to drug clinics and rehabs, farewell to Stan Kenton and Buddy Rich, farewell to groupies and roadies, farewell to the Los Angeles County Jail and to San Quentin.
There's also another killer ballad, a transcendent version of Body and Soul..., in which he also seems to be taking the title literally and contemplating the metaphysical.
All compressed into the real now.
Anyway, back to God's creative improvisation over history, he's actually playing in a combo with us, in that "the individual details" depend
on our own free response [and] are not determined except by his actually cooperating with us in our present, to which in his time-transcending NOW he is always present.
The complete script of our lives is not written anywhere ahead of time, before it happens, but only as it actually happens, by God and ourselves working it out together in our ongoing now's.
He goes on to say that
God can know what will happen to you only if he first takes the risk of creating you and working with you all the way through to the end, trying to steer you in the right direction, but with the final outcome determined only by your last free choices at the end, to which God himself is always present, but only in the immanent order in which they actually occur existentially.
So, is God the "Ultimate Cosmic Gambler"?
Understood properly, "Yes -- but also an infinitely skilled player at the game!"
It reminds me of the book God's Gamble, which I should probably reread. I don't know if God plays dice with the universe, but he certainly plays jazz with history.
The other day I read a great quote by Lequier, that "most of the time we only escape our errors by means of other errors." Which reminds me of what Miles Davis said about playing a bad note: "It's not the note you play that's the wrong note -- it's the note you play afterwards that makes it right or wrong."
Davis emphasized that a single "wrong" note doesn't necessarily derail a musical phrase. It's the musician's ability to creatively respond to that note, and how they integrate it into the subsequent notes, that ultimately determines whether the initial note sounds like a mistake or a deliberate, interesting choice.
This quote speaks to the importance of listening, flexibility, and recovery in musical performance, especially in improvisational genres like jazz. It encourages musicians to be fearless and to think of music as a continuous flow rather than a series of isolated correct or incorrect notes.
True for us, true for God. Especially today, with the ultimate bad note of the Crucifixion. How will God respond? And how will we?