Category Archives: Temporality

Because he had forgotten and because he remembered that he had reminded himself twice not to forget.

The calendar is intolerable to all wisdom, the horror of all astronomy, and a laughingstock from a mathematician's point of view.

I have devised a stratagem.  I cannot wait to tell you because it will be our entry key to a great high mystery the secret of which is found in, oh but shall I jump right in and tell you?  To tell or not to tell.

Oh where to begin.  I must do this properly as my secret is so momentous, so illuminating.  Now please quiet down, quiet down.  Oh where to begin.

Today, on this historic occasion, the feast day of dear Saint Martin I, pope and martyr and sufferer of dysentery (hang in there Marty!) this feast day of Saint Nilus the Elder not the younger who after the birth of his children desperately needed alone time and hey haven’t we all been there, on this feast day of Saint Emilian Cucullatus another of your hermit types, this glorious feast day of Saint Machar Irish emigree to Scotland, so there’s that then, so many memories, so many memories, and let me see, can’t forget old Saint Cunibert today on his feast day who did something or other I cannot recall, and this is feast day of Saint Cumian the Tall good god, how many saints are there?  … More

What is Chronosophy?

In the Deserts of the West, still today, there are Tattered Ruins of that Map, inhabited by Animals and Beggers; in all the Land there is no other Relic of the Disciplines of Geography. I wrote something here called “What is Time?” in which I didn’t answer the question.  Well I did.  But I really didn’t.  The question “what is time?” is a trick question.  It is also a question that permeates everything.

Time is not science, exactly.  I does not fully belong to the arts.  It is not the province of religion, not really.  None of these things are true, nor are they false.  Look at what academia does with time, or rather what they haven’t done.  There is no department of chronosophy (nor should there be).  I could list disciplines, sub-disciplines, academic specialities and subspecialties, fracturing and proliferating fractal-like into increasing specificity all referring back to itself and say time is not this nor is it that.  Take it all away and what you have left is time.

Why?  Think of time as an idea occupying a different level of scale from our customary divisions of knowledge.  … More

What is Time?

We die. This truth is inevitable and certain, and although presumed distant when we are young, and even when we are not young, we all know it will happen to ourselves one day.  Maybe soon.  But when?  And then what?  What if anything might be next?  Nobody knows that, so don’t look at me.  Mors Certa, Hora Incerta, (death is certain, the hour uncertain) — this is a great mystery of life.  We cannot know when we will die; we can only know that it will happen.

So there are anti-aging cosmetics, botox, surgery, self-care regimens to stave off the mark of age from our bodies, and late turns to religion for the security of our souls.  But part of the great mystery of this prospect is that while the whenever-it-will-be end approaches, and often more quickly than we would wish, we cannot use reason or logic or any other conceptual tool in order to know what will happen to us after we die, or even to know if there is anything at all after life.… More

January 1, 2017

Many people have agreed to name this day the first day of January, 2017, and that this date marks the beginning point of the year.  2016 is over, now on this day we say 2017.  We need this sort of standardization so we might communally preform the usual cycles of society (commercial, political, spiritual, and so on) according to annual schedules.  As a people, like other cultures before ours, we enjoy feeling that that which has started, may start again.  An event that means enough to be remembered, can be remembered again.  Accurately.  We like to say this is the exact day upon which whatever it was happened, happened.

Our need for ritual depends upon such a precision to reality; this moment will come around again and we can plan when that will be.  But it doesn’t.  Temporal repetitiveness would be nightmarish.  Can you imagine the eerie sameness we would experience as we age?  In this Nietzschean eternal return1 what free will would we have?  … More

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