Throughout Confessions, Augustine occasionally introduces intellectual problems whose relevance to the book’s larger themes isn’t immediately apparent. For example, he spends most of Book X wrestling with how the faculty of human memory works, and Book XI is preoccupied with the question of what time is and how it is measured. He often proposes several alternatives for explaining a phenomenon like time, only to admit to God, when his theories are exhausted, that he is unable to reach a definite conclusion.
Augustine discusses the concept of time in the context of creation, in response to the hypothetical question of what God was doing before he created anything. It’s actually difficult to capture what is meant by time, Augustine acknowledges, since the present moment never lasts; time is constantly slipping away and becoming the past. Likewise, it’s difficult to understand in what sense the past and the future actually exist, except in the human memory. In the end, a human being can only really understand time in the mind by remembering the past, attending to the present, and expecting the future. And this is because of the fundamental distinction between mortal human beings and God—humans constantly change, but God does not, meaning that the past, present, and future are constantly present to God in a way that they cannot be to human perception. Certain things like the passage of time, in other words, can only be understood with reference to the limited human mind, and those limitations must be borne in mind when readers of the Bible consider the nature of creation, for instance. Human limitation evidently frustrates Augustine, and yet, there is a sense of awe and wonder in the way he entertains these subjects, and his questions are often interspersed with expressions of praise and gratitude to God. By exploring apparently insoluble questions about the nature of time and the human mind, then, Augustine models a style of particularly Christian intellectual inquiry for his readers. The puzzles he introduces are not mere exercises for him, to be pursued only for the pleasure of it, but a way of wrestling with the nature of the God whom Augustine longs to understand and ultimately draw closer to—even if there’s a limit to how close he can get to God in this mortal life.
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Time, Eternity, and the Mind Quotes in Confessions
In your ‘today’ you will make all that is to exist tomorrow and thereafter, and in your ‘today’ you have made all that existed yesterday and for ever before.
Need it concern me if some people cannot understand this? Let them ask what it means, and be glad to ask: but they may content themselves with the question alone. For it is better for them to find you and leave the question unanswered than to find the answer without finding you.
My heart grew sombre with grief, and wherever I looked I saw only death. My own country became a torment and my own home a grotesque abode of misery. All that we had done together was now a grim ordeal without him. My eyes searched everywhere for him, but he was not there to be seen. I hated all the places we had known together, because he was not in them and they could no longer whisper to me ‘Here he comes!’ as they would have done had he been alive but absent for a while. I had become a puzzle to myself, asking my soul again and again ‘Why are you downcast? Why do you distress me?’ But my soul had no answer to give.
I have learnt to love you late, Beauty at once so ancient and so new! I have learnt to love you late! You were within me, and I was in the world outside myself. I searched for you outside myself and, disfigured as I was, I fell upon the lovely things of your creation. You were with me, but I was not with you. The beautiful things of this world kept me far from you and yet, if they had not been in you, they would have had no being at all. You called me; you cried aloud to me; you broke my barrier of deafness. You shone upon me; your radiance enveloped me; you put my blindness to flight. You shed your fragrance about me; I drew breath and now I gasp for your sweet odour. I tasted you, and now I hunger and thirst for you. You touched me, and I am inflamed with love of your peace.