"That is, the peak of the pulse is, in effect, extended forward in time."
A snippet from Borges, A New Refutation of Time:
"Time, if we can intuitively grasp such an identity, is a delusion: the difference and inseparability of one moment belonging to its apparent past from another belonging to its apparent present is sufficient to disintegrate it."
"..... time, which is easily refutable in sense experience, is not so in the intellectual, from whose essence the concept of succession seems inseparable."
Go back to his Avatars of the Tortoise, play with waves which arrive before they leave; play with multiple strands of time (including Newtonian duration), making them the subject of an infinitely expanding series (time t1 at point A (present)is equal to t2 at point B; "future" of t1 but present of t2 and the "past" of t3 at C; each additional point implying nightmarish layering) and you wind up in/with: "The Garden of Forking Paths is an incomplete, but not false, image of the universe as Ts'ui Pen conceived it. In contrast to Newton and Schopenhauer, your ancestor did not believe in a uniform, absolute time. He believed in an infinite series of times, in a growing dizzying net of divergent, convergent and parallel times. This network of times .... embraces all possibilities of time."
Quite exhilarating .... science verifying art.... or artifice...or philosophy... whatever...
"What we call the beginning is often the end
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
The end is where we start from.
...
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time."
m, having an epiphanic moment |
