“I’m off Saturday, so I’ll finally get ahead.”
You hear a version of that by the lifts every Friday, said cheerfully. Listen to the verb. Nobody says “so I’ll finally stop.” The day off arrives already assigned.
A day ticked off in pieces has no middle. It’s just a row of finished jobs.
Zeno of Elea, a Greek of the fifth century BCE, would have recognised the arrangement. He asked how anything can move if, at every instant, it is still.
Hold on to that arrow. We’ll need it again.
Check the arrow at any instant and it’s sitting still. The flying happens in the bits you didn’t look at.
