The Trickster Diaries/Chapter 85
Jones sits on the window side of the table at In & Out Burger, leans forward a little and says: “Just think, if you hadn’t cancelled your appointment, your doctor wouldn’t have left work early, gone out to dinner with his wife, died in a car crash.”
Me: Yeah. It occurred to me.
Jones: Just that tiny non-action nudged the sacred wheel enough to alter their fates forever, in dramatic fashion.
Me: Where does that fall, I wonder—determinism? Free will? Somewhere in between?
Jones: Not sure, amigo. But… dying together like that, instantaneously, a happily married couple for 40+ years—not such a bad way to go, really.
Me: That’s a… cheerful way of seeing it.
Jones: That decision—that 20 second phone call you made setting events in motion, causing the wheel to wobble ever so slightly—potentially saved them from far worse futures: dementia, lung cancer, grief, despair, loneliness…
Remote stare past Jones out window with underwater audio then POP—you’re floating sideways, again, at night, over lush jungle
and terraced hillsides,
Her skirt brushes against your calf.