Timeywiney

So i’ve started to think about what time is and what it actually means to me. Personally i am always fighting time. Its something i never have enough of and always gets in the way. For example i look at the clock, ‘hmmm 1 hour that should be enough to do ‘blah blah blah’ before i need to go meet whatshisname’. WRONG. nope. never enough. I always forget that time actually goes down and will inevitably run out. I never feel that it is in my favor.

Maybe thats why the actual concept of time interests me so much. I want to get to the root of it, to understand what all this bother about being on time is about. what if time is just a fragment of our imagination, something weve made up to make our lives feel meaningful. i guess to really understand im going to have to start looking into some quantum physics (yay i actually quite like physics) and what nots. i have rented a book from the library called ‘Being and Time’ by Martin Heidegger which i think will be interesting (if i can get my head round the complex sentence structure). Two chapters are named; ‘The time with which we concern ourselves and within-time-ness’ and ‘Within-time-ness and the genesis of the ordinary conception of time’ which i think both sound very appropriate (and nutty).

Theres a beautiful quote from a book which i dont know the name of, which i very vaguely remember seeing somewhere which contained the most beautiful idea on time. To get to the point, it basically explained that humans are the only creature to measure time. I would really love to find the quote again, i dont know if anyone know of it? But ill keep searching!

Ill leave you for today with another one of my favorite ‘Hitchers’ quotes from ‘The Restaurant at the end of the universe’

“Shh!” said Ford. “It’s conical. So what you do is, you see, you fill it with fine white sand, alright? Or sugar. Fine white sand, and/or sugar. Anything. Doesn’t matter. Sugar’s fine. And when it’s full, you pull the plug out… are you listening?” “I’m listening.” “You pull the plug out, and it all just twirls away, twirls away you see, out of the plughole. “Clever.” “That’s not the clever bit. This is the clever bit, I remember now that this is the clever bit. The clever bit is that you then thread the film in the projector… backwards!” “Backwards?” “Yes. Threading it backwards is definitely the clever bit. So then, you just sit and watch it, and everything just appears to spiral upwards out of the plughole and fill the bath. See?” “And that’s how the Universe began is it?” said Arthur. “No,” said Ford, “but it’s a marvelous way to relax.”

Please comment if you have any thoughts on time and all that which concerns in confusingness! A thousand kisses and farewell.

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