On the 42nd Anniversary of Bretton Woods
I spent a half day with renowned ‘Experimentalist’ Gerard
Senehi a few years ago. I have often
thought of our conversation since then but it wasn’t until I was flying home
from my recent trip to 64° N in Sweden that I finally put another one of his
puzzle pieces in place. If you’ve never
met an Experimentalist, I highly recommend it.
While the casual observer could dismiss components of Gerard’s art as
that of a performance magician, such a conclusion would evidence an acuity
deficit.
Great performance magicians do what no one else can pull
off. If they’re really good, rather than
triggering a reflex that seeks to confront the implausibility of the illusion,
they actually invite their audience into a yearning for an ever deeper
experience. Most of us, when we see a
bent wine goblet conclude that the stem suffered a terrible mechanical malady
or was brutally manipulated in its blowing.
Watching a spoon bend while being softly held by the hand of a talented
performer, we find ourselves at once puzzled by the impossibility of the
observation but, in the same moment, wanting to see just how far the bend can
go. In the midst of the illusion, the
vast majority are at once hoping to be dazzled more and wondering why we can’t
do it. In the middle act, few seek to
argue with their direct observation based on their knowledge of steel and how ‘it
can’t do that’. And, by the way, if you’re
one of those types, get real! It’s all
an illusion after all!
Back to Gerard. We discussed
the conspiracy formed between the performer and the audience in which, through
subtle manipulation of the apparent ‘normal’ the apparently ‘abnormal’ can be
introduced to the point of having the audience become a willing participant in
the expanding experience of ‘unbelievable’.
Performance magicians use this graduating incredulity to build to the
crescendo of an act – the Prestige – at which time anything, albeit
implausible, is possible. While skeptics
and fans try to work out the “How does he do that?” question regarding the
individual acts themselves, my fascination with Gerard had to do with his sensitivity
to his audience.
“How,” I asked, “do you know the point at which the illusion
will evoke an expansion of possibility vs. the line over which, should you
cross it, the audience will reject you and the illusion as too intrusive and too
unbelievable?”
Over the course of the remainder of the conversation we
entered into a delightful and unresolved inquiry into the evocative responses
from individuals and groups which either build an incredible opening for
expanded perception or lead to a full shutting down of ‘possibility’. We discussed the moral implications of
navigating the edge between heretofore unconsidered perception and
deception. As Gerard has frequently
stated in interviews, it is not his to answer the question but to more
thoroughly ask it.
Which leads me to today’s flight. I spent several hours inside the magic of the
illusion brought to commercial scale by William Boeing in 1916 and the U.S.
Navy in World War I. Pushed across the
Atlantic from Stockholm to New York in just over 8 hours with a couple of Pratt
& Whitney turbofans, I marveled at how, in less than 100 years it had
become possible to spend a long weekend in Scandinavia the week after flying
24,700 miles around the globe in the preceding two and a half weeks. For millennia, flight was the domain of birds
and phantasms. Now, when I board the plane
I pay little mind towards the inviscid flow of fluid air over the contoured
wing – a notion that would have been considered absolute madness three short
centuries ago. Sitting in row 12, I am
entering the persistent illusion that compresses time and space and makes
neighbors out of continental divides.
Just prior to boarding the flight in Stockholm this morning
I was reminded of the news I had not missed.
Markets across the globe are teetering on the edge of collapse as they
seek to divine from employment and durable goods the moment in time when the
illusion of interventionist ‘free’ money has to end. None of the equations work anymore. We’re not getting a healthier economy. We’re not seeing more economic activity
across the global scene. We’re holding
our breath for the German elections in September after which we know that the
Eurozone will seize up. We know that the
U.S. equities bull run has been more golden calf than exodus from bondage. We know that, without tax ‘advantaged’
abuses, our celebrated cash surpluses would evaporate revealing the abject
anemia of our capital circulation. And
we know that the illusion in Washington D.C. and playing out in capitals across
the G-20 is neither by nor for the People but for the patrons who seek to dance
their marionettes one more time before the strings all fray.
Ironically, we’re living in one of the most pervasive stage
magician shows ever assembled. On stage
we see production illusions in which money and balance sheets are
created out of thin air. We see reports
of growth while liquidity vanishes. We see transformation where what used to be
faith and confidence is transubstantiated into uncertainty and fear. We see levitation of balance sheets and
prices driven by pure speculation – not for a productive future but for a timed
exsanguination. When the music stops and
the curtain falls this theater of the absurd will not leave us yearning for
more.
The magic show that began with fledgling conspirators at
Bretton Woods during July of 1944 in the midst of World War II began unraveling
42 years ago when the U.S. defaulted on its sacred trust to the assembled
throngs at the Mount Washington Hotel.
Then U.S. Secretary of State Cordell Hull set the stage for the act by
stating that the accord could eliminate, “the economic dissatisfaction that breeds war,
(and) we might have a reasonable chance of lasting peace.” Did he (or we) ever intend to end economic
dissatisfaction, discriminations and obstructions as he stated to the American
people. And now, which of these have we
elected to abandon? Economic
dissatisfaction? Discrimination? Obstruction?
Lasting Peace?
Yet why do we stay in our seats as if to wait to see if the
outcome might actually be something other than the certainty of the curtain
falling on the act? Unlike the
Experimentalist who seeks to open unconsidered perception, why are we still stupefied
with the deception? Sadly, I think the
answer is that we still desperately want to believe. We want to know that some beneficent someone
is looking out for us and understands things that are too complex for the
common man and woman. We want to know
that in our darkest hour, a few intrepid souls have their superhero capes
pressed and ready for action and that, despite our banal neglect, we’ll have
the just-in-time savior who will make sure that no meaningful harm comes to us.
Gerard’s persuasive show enjoys its magnetism because
the consensus illusion is not questioned.
He’s not the mentalist. Rather,
he demonstrates the power of being liberated from illusions that limit
experience and perception. Impossible –
whether its bent wine glasses, transoceanic flight, or integral economics – is merely
a temporal illusion held vigorously by those who seek to control and
constrain. Bend a glass, soar above the
clouds, emancipate wealth from the consensus predatory illusion and just maybe
you’ll experience a little magic yourself!