That this is why I think I have been so struck by the work of Elliot Wolfson over these decades, why his work has always felt so uncanny to me, so familiar and yet so other. Perhaps I knew of these ideas from our shared future, from this very chapter and book. Whether that is so or not, this is one of the surest and simplest ways to recognize an impossible thinker: that time no longer moves in a single direction. It loops and swerves. It visits itself from the future. It is in time, but it is also outside of time. It’s about time.
