Riffing on Time

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Libet and Soon et al. Our will, already happened

Libet's book, delaying of touch

Derrida postcard differa/ence of duality. (Hah! Who'd have thought he may be right?! Doesn't Libet prove Derrida right!)

"Back to the future", "Terminator 1" and "Terminator 2" and being ones own daddy, Dr. Who and the Daleks. Is there a connection between robots and time travel?

Lacan's auto daddy? one day

Self contradiction and also selfing, self touching in time

Elvis singing about time attempting to hold the note, long enough for, love? [1]

The eternal return

Beach House Wishes (on a wheel)

Kanzi's words as predictions, "look ma I went to eat an apple".

"100 years of Solitude" and "The mines of Moria" (in LOTR), writings about the past that predict.

Einstien's bats, time reversal effects (time travel?), that appears to take place.

The Rocking Horse Winner. Doing something repetitively, for mummy, in order to predict the future.

My feeling of prediction

Donnie Darko - prediction as knowing what people want to do

Waking Life chapter five thesis video script is plausible. Note that life is an old woman's dream upon dying.

Elvis Costello's song "Veronica" is about an old woman who is called a lot of things. Veronica Lyrics Veronica on YouTube. Note the narration at the end.

Bruce Lee's favourite song was a transcription of Christina Rosetti's At Home (mis quoted as "When I was dead") about a dead woman watching.

Derrida's ear of other seems to listen out of crypt too.

American Beauty heaven/hell

Maybe life is like that (the arc of a ball)

The Rolling Stones' Sympathy for the Devil

Elviss's last song, can he hold the note, for long enough time?

Jesus, a man who lived as predicted

Mirae he (to the future) Kiroro: That which is immediately infront of you, incl self person view is the future.

The Past in Gatsyby "I wouldn’t ask too much of her," I ventured. "You can’t repeat the past." "Can’t repeat the past?" he cried incredulously. "Why of course you can!" He looked around him wildly, as if the past were lurking here in the shadow of his house, just out of reach of his hand. "I’m going to fix everything just the way it was before," he said, nodding determinedly. "She’ll see."

And as I sat there, brooding on the old unknown world, I thought of Gatsby's wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy’s dock. He had come a long way to this blue lawn and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him, somewhere back in that vast obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night. Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter — tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther.... And one fine morning — So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

Gatsby was a Platonist ningen　人言 The truth was that Jay Gatsby, of West Egg, Long Island, sprang from his Platonic conception of himself. He was a son of God — a phrase which, if it means anything, means just that — and he must be about His Father’s business, the service of a vast, vulgar, and meretricious beauty. So he invented just the sort of Jay Gatsby that a seventeen year old boy would be likely to invent, and to this conception he was faithful to the end.