Legend holds there once lived a man who could see three minutes into his own future. Unfortunately due to a childhood respiratory ailment that had temporarily deprived his brain of oxygen, the man was afflicted with a rare mental deficiency that robbed him of his memory of the last four minutes. Scientists, philosophers, and drunks debated what the curious combination of this gift and affliction meant for this man. Was his lack of memory somehow replaced by his vision of the future, meaning that he perpetually confused the future for the past? And if he gained three minutes from the future but lost four minutes from the past, what then became of the extra minute? Scientists argued that he mistook this extra minute of lost time from the past for the unknowable future itself since it was, from his perspective at least, the nearest minute for which he could not account. Philosophers maintained that the combination of conditions reshaped the man's very conception of time so that this minute stretched out into an unknowable infinity that became, for this man, an imageless and mysterious god-concept that he worshiped in primitive rituals rooted in fear and wonder. The drunks asserted, with little fanfare and no spilling of their drinks, that the legendary man actually must have mistook this minute for the present, the lost moment of now always slipping away somewhere after the future yet before the past.

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