The wisdom of certain everyday phrases (which writers sniff at). We speak of the fullness of time, of a time that’s ripe. We speak of being in the moment and of pregnant moments. Beautiful phrase: the fullness of time. What does it mean? In everyday language, when something happens in the fullness of time it happens at a time that has finally come, a time of fulfilment of some event. Something comes into its own, something time has ripened. For Paul it had to do with the first and second coming of Christ and the fulfilment of God’s plan at decisive moments in history. But what if it were taken to refer not to a past or future event, but to time itself? What if the fullness of time weren’t a time that’s ripe for something but time that’s ripe with itself, that gathers itself in and fulfils itself in every moment?