Here is what happened: I just listened to the story on NPR about Plato, which mentions Pythagoras, which makes me think “Art = Math”, which makes me think Velazquez, then Las Meninas, then I remembered mentioning that in a short story I wrote while rafting through the Grand Canyon in 2008.
Here is that story:
A Story About Jan
The First of Many
(Changed from the previous title: How Unspeakable Acts of Wickedness Shape my World View.)
Jan denied me an M&M again today. As her boat came along side mine I said:
“Hey, Jan! Throw me an M&M!”
She shook her head. “Only for my boat,” she said, and drifted past.
Of course, it is important to keep such moments of pain and unrequited pleasure in perspective, but I am slow in doing so. I reluctantly hear the voice of my father float back from down stream, from a past, not a future, and it reprises the irritating truth:
“In twenty years, who’s going to care?”
But in a river of walls that has seen its share of twenties, truth begs revision. How deep yet subtle our solipsism sets its roots and shapes our thinking. From now on I’ll say:
“In a billion years, who’s going to care?”
From now on I will begin discussions on precious art with the preamble that ten billion years from now our sun will explode–so Meredith says–and the finger of Thomas will melt away in the wound of Caravaggio’s Christ and the angelic face in Velazquez’s Meninas will incinerate. From now on I will tempt others with the unpopular: When measuring the probabilities of miracles, the most probable is the one you are living.
If nothing else, these ruminations are a satisfying distraction. A good way to keep my head up, to keep looking down stream, to the future, not the past.
Ahead I see Jan’s boat. Maybe tomorrow she’ll give me an M&M.
On the Colorado River, Grand Canyon
August 17th, 2008
PS Later in the afternoon I read Jan my story. That night she gave me a beer.
Note to self: write more stories about Jan.