This essay is part of a series. To understand it begin here: Jazz: Time-Wreckers, Part I of V (002)
Part IV: Choose
And so I return with the same Robertsonian queries. But in this boat, I need not suspend my judgment as I write the exact same conclusions about math as the author.
Perhaps his writing not only foretold these events, but his connection with the divine was so real, that it necessitated the future obey his writing.
Precisely as I later obey the writing of my previously-given in vivo DNA.
As I experienced waking up in the ICU after surgery, miracles don’t need confirmation.
For when you are the miracle itself, you are the credibility itself.
Perhaps mathematical logic, requiring two stones when broken in half to always become four rocks, is math’s prediction bestowing credibility on natural science by effectuating the proper shattering.
Experiments reporting past.
Math laws foretelling.
Historical event sitting between.
If I don’t subscribe to this, I must then foolishly argue the natural events at least went back into the past to glorify mathematics to a prophet. But that would require a foolishly finite nature to uplift infinite supernatural mathematics, causing me to form a fabled fallacy.
Chance occurrence is my only remaining option, if I take not the foolish. And if chance is my way out of the prophecy, my work to stack the probabilities is immediately monumental with just the first two similarities. For the mere probability of a millionth chance of a virtually matching ship name being singularly named inside the same of Amazon’s purported thirty-two million published titles, gives rise to a starting point of one in a 32,000,000,000,000 chance that just the single book and boat names would match an event in history. No need to calculate the probabilities of the months, dimensions, story elements, the count of the ship’s to-date trips, the grandeur of the history, or other quantifiable elements connecting the story and the book. And once I stack in the probabilities of the same author also writing of the Pearl Harbor attack by a yet-to-exist Japanese Navy, I arrive at the conclusion the author must have been a prophet.
The mathematical probability of prophetical concurrence is staggering.
Only the unlikely successfully foretold can be deemed prophecy.
Prophecy requires a pair of events, never resting alone.
Correct experiments are always retroactively anointed by logic in actuality, a
Second anointing after proven mathematical logic.
Logical math is the anointing priest sprinkling wonder
over every sea-sprayed scientific natural experiment.
And if any natural science can be done at all,
supranatural math must predictively be its prophet as well.
Irrespective of my choice, time has been changed in a Brubeckian (Dave Brubeck, Take Five Album Jazz pioneer) way, to do something it could not before. To count in a new meter. To not require the surgery or the surgeon, for the surgeon’s work to be completed.
Time now turns back to rewrite itself, and, now with it, all of causality also.
Perhaps math has a causal relationship with natural science, overcoming time;
revealing a glimmered opening into the divine cleft.
It seems to me to usurp time is to be divine.
For nothing true math has claimed in the past, has ever not occurred in the future. So I find mathematics, coming in from outside of nature; now discovered not only to be a verifier of the past, but impossibly, a predictor of the future.
This is the very definition of engineering: math’s existence causing future natural actions.
To navigate my boat out of the port, I must engineer a high enough metaphysical lift bridge between math and science, it must also, by necessity, bridge their encompassing domains of the finite and infinite.
