The wind was freshening after an evening rain shower, driving the humidity out of the air. The temperature dropped from a humid Canadian summer’s day to something like those blue-sky days when a north wind has cleared out the heat, leaving one with feelings that autumn cannot be far off. Arran Gold and I were smoking fine Dominican and Bahamian cigars at his handsome limestone schloss somewhere in the British Caribbean.
We were reveiewing many things: age, character, friends’ ups and downs, the economic crisis, Obama, as we sipped small snifters of MacAllan 12 year old. A typical conversation you might think, for men who have somehow made it. Because here we were, having living long enough, and well enough, to do this.
Arran Gold was speaking of the gap between judgment and intelligence. “Take Noam Chomsky for example”, said Arran Gold. “That guy is brilliant, has written important books, influences many, and yet I would not trust his judgment on where to buy an ice cream”.
Yes. The difference between judgment and intelligence is one of the most intriguing features of the world we live in. The closing line of the Te Deum is “O Lord in the have I trusted. Let me never be confounded”. It is the prayer of the mature, that they not be deceived about the true nature of the world, in full consciousness that one can be entirely wrong about hugely important things, like belief in God. I haqve always been drawn to those lines because they express perfectly that a life lived in faith in God – however we define that notion – may be no more than a gigantic misconception, and yet, at this stage, it will do better as a conception of life than any atheistic bleakness which has ever been on offer.
For a more pertinent example, take all those clever Jews who flocked to invest in Bernie Madoff’s Ponzi scheme. You can see them being sucked in by the relentless appeal to their being intelligent, smart enough to be in on the inside track. The appeal to the inner circle is universal, as C.S. Lewis long ago pointed out, but the lack of judgment, the failure to smell a rat, was in this case the kind of really high level scam to which the intelligent are particularly susceptible. The Jewish community is conducting a serious self-review in the wake of Madoff, as well they should, because it was their psalmists, long ago, who probably penned the lines “let me never be confounded”. It is a prayer of the intelligent and the mature.
As we reviewed the course of our lives, Arran Gold and I felt a measure of self-satisfaction, and the at the same time the eternal vigilance against being self-deceived. It is a narrow blade upon which we all walk threough life. Yet trust and hope seem to be essential virtues in discerning the path. Too much mistrust, too much negativity, and you become the kind of person that others flee, no matter how wise your commentary. Somehow one must keep a level head, and maintain several conflicting ideas in one’s head at the same time, to end up drinking fine scotch and smoking great cigars, on the back side of life’s course.
Thank you, Lord.