If you think about the process being described, rather than just the fuzziness of the conclusions, it amounts to a turning in circles. A puppy trying to catch its tail.

Snagging that ethereal "thing" that is always just out of reach.

Maybe because there is no thing there. It is just the turning.

As mobile organisms, this sentient interface our body has with its situation functions as a sequence of perceptions, in order to navigate, so our experience of time is the present going past to future, yet the evident reality is that activity and the resulting change turns future to past. Tomorrow becomes yesterday, because the earth turns.

There is no dimension of time, because the past is consumed by the present, to inform and drive it. Causality and conservation of energy. Cause becomes effect.

It is like a tapestry being woven of strands being pulled from what was woven.

Turning.