Frank Corcoran

O Lord of the Futurum Exactum ! Great Guarantor of all our
true assertions! Timeless Tensor of our tenses! Because You will know my present , all my present sentences, and only because You know ( You will know? ) one day ( which day ? ) that this my e-typed ” A is B” ( or indeed any true assertion of mine,” I am XYZ” ) will once have been true is it true….
The morning mind boggles; these typing fingers bleed and stiffen. There must be something deeply wrong here ( – and not only with the Spaemann Syllogism – see yesterday´s blog – which by the way will also have been true, is still true today, was true yesterday…. ) ; also with Spaemann´s God, with Spaemann´s futurum exactum, Spaemann´s “absolutes Bewusstsein”. The mind spins. How shall I today avoid that dratted Futurum Exactum? I´m sure I don´t know. Hmmm. Better spend the day in kindly silences, utterless.
The morning sleet boggles.