They may have been refuted by great minds to come later, but I still think the Paradoxes of Zeno are some of the most elegant ideas. My favourites are theTortoise and Achilles and it’s identical cousin, The Race.
Both of them say that you can never finish the course because you’re always only halfway. No matter how far you’ve come, you are not finished going yet.
Physicists came along and ruined it all by throwing the concept of velocity into the mix. They have all missed the point, I think, which is that motion is something you do that does not change who you are. You are always what you are, and you are never finished. You are only ever halfway toward being finished.
This has nothing to do with going places–the primary concern of physicists–and everything to do with being a person who is unable to finish most of what she sets her mind to. Namely me.
And all that being said, this post is written to declare to the world that as of 11:39pm on November 16, 2009 I am exactly halfway through my NaNoWriMo wordcount.
So damn that turtle, I say! Steam forward, Achilles! Fly, little arrow, Fly! For tomorrow you shall still be, even though your journey is only half done.