So I have frequently maintained the existence of God in this blog. And in doing so, frequently asserted His love of music. Now, I am once again going to use a musical analogy to assert the existence of something divine, namely miracles.
Much has been offered both for and against the idea of Miracles in our lives. And, indeed, while my explanation isn't on par with those authors (perhaps even borrowed from someone else seeing as how I don't think this to be an original idea), I do believe it is satisfactory for the everyday man.
God is a jazz musician. That would explain the existence of miracles in a world I claim to be indeterministic. It explains the gist of the argument: how God can seemingly intervene in this world without upsetting the free-will balance. Right?
Well, it does and I think God is a good jazz musician. I particularly enjoyed the guitar riff during the 2004 ALCS. Didn't see that one coming (Yes. That's been replaced by a humbling blues tune this year).
Also, the upcoming birth of my child will most certainly be a wonderful piano solo (Yes. I know. Childbirth doesn't fit the strict definition of miracle).
Anytime a medical miracle occurs, well, I'd have to say that would be a bass solo. Why? Because bass solos resonate. They shake us. Medical miracles shake us. Fittingly, then, the Great Physician is a wonderful bass player. Probably the upright bass -- you can't perform those miracles sitting down.
And drum solos. Those are the everyday miracles that we don't notice or don't seem like miracles and only later, after everything's settled, we realize how it all worked.
While God is a jazz musician. I also maintain he loves rock music, especially just before lunch time and during the seventh day; obviously classical music, i.e. at the creation of the world; perhaps a good waltz around every sunset.
The thing of it is: God doesn't like opera. Look what happened when God tried to sing opera. Ouch.
NOTE: I know the clip is in Spanish. Fast Forward to about 2:00 minutes into the clip for my point. Sorry. Sometimes you can't find everything on the web.
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Actually, it's in Italian so the opera background makes more sense.
Anyway--
This is my Father's world,
and to my listening ears
all nature sings, and round me rings
the music of the spheres.
This is my Father's world:
I rest me in the thought
of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;
his hand the wonders wrought.
This is my Father's world,
the birds their carols raise,
the morning light, the lily white,
declare their maker's praise.
This is my Father's world:
he shines in all that's fair;
in the rustling grass I hear him pass; he speaks to me everywhere.
This is my Father's world.
O let me ne'er forget
that though the wrong seems oft so strong,
God is the ruler yet.
This is my Father's world:
why should my heart be sad?
The Lord is King; let the heavens ring!
God reigns; let the earth be glad!
'music of the spheres'goes way back to Ancient Greek. Also, in LOTR, the musics often played has the first few notes of this song (Tune: Terra Beata)
Notice the use of senses in this song.
What kind of musician is God? More like the orchestra leader blending all sounds into one harmonious song--even the dischords figure into the mix.
Actually Aaron, I'm inclined to agree (to a certain extent) with your fellow know-it-all on this one, but for a much simpler reason. Clearly God likes opera. How else could you explain Debile's Flower Duet from Lakme? Anything that beautiful could never exist without a little divine intervention.
By the way, in addition to its ability to sell luxury cars (unfortunately), it would also make a nice baby-song.
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