I’ve always been interested in the conceptualization of time. When I was younger my favorite book was The Time Machine by H.G. Wells. It romanticized the notion of traveling forward and backward in time for the sake of love. On a scientific level I’ve also read works like The Philosophy of Time by Robin Le Poidevin, which questions whether “anything existent can possess the characteristic of being in time.“ It further states that life is a series of past and future events. The present is regarded as a metaphysical state that theoretically may not exist. Just one of many theories that attempt to make Time tangible.
Time in itself is an enigmatic paradox that is clinically ungraspable physically. Though being immeasurable, we try and measure it to the best of our abilities. A peculiar thing I’ve noticed (and then read about) is that depending on the altitude of your living space or the velocity of a vehicle, our measurement of time changes. The higher the altitude or the faster the velocity, the quicker time passes by. This postulation is part of Einstein’s theory of special relativity. In regards to our own perception of time, I find it eerie how it quickens and slows down within our own consciousness. Certain times in life the days fall off the calendar like rain and other times the hours drip slowly like molasses. This is most apparent when you lose a love. Time seems to slow down. Within it, you suffer in an eternal frost. With each day you grow numb, until (to quote Emily Dickinson,) that “formal feeling” comes, a quasi-euphoric feeling that surges through your every sinew. After that moment time flies. The love you mourned becomes only a flawless memory, cached in the akashic mainframes of your mind. Never to be changed or forgotten. Time is also a silent killer. From the moment of conception, you slowly begin to die, making life itself precious. In a world guided by time, life becomes like the last Sunday of summer. Dawn blossoms with inspiration and promises but before you know it, the days over. Its already night.
I’ve always been interested in the conceptualization of time. When I was younger my favorite book was The Time Machine by H.G. Wells. It romanticized the notion of traveling forward and backward in time for the sake of love. On a scientific level I’ve also read works like The Philosophy of Time by Robin Le Poidevin, which questions whether “anything existent can possess the characteristic of being in time.“ It further states that life is a series of past and future events. The present is regarded as a metaphysical state that theoretically may not exist. Just one of many theories that attempt to make Time tangible.
Time in itself is an enigmatic paradox that is clinically ungraspable physically. Though being immeasurable, we try and measure it to the best of our abilities. A peculiar thing I’ve noticed (and then read about) is that depending on the altitude of your living space or the velocity of a vehicle, our measurement of time changes. The higher the altitude or the faster the velocity, the quicker time passes by. This postulation is part of Einstein’s theory of special relativity. In regards to our own perception of time, I find it eerie how it quickens and slows down within our own consciousness. Certain times in life the days fall off the calendar like rain and other times the hours drip slowly like molasses. This is most apparent when you lose a love. Time seems to slow down. Within it, you suffer in an eternal frost. With each day you grow numb, until (to quote Emily Dickinson,) that “formal feeling” comes, a quasi-euphoric feeling that surges through your every sinew. After that moment time flies. The love you mourned becomes only a flawless memory, cached in the akashic mainframes of your mind. Never to be changed or forgotten. Time is also a silent killer. From the moment of conception, you slowly begin to die, making life itself precious. In a world guided by time, life becomes like the last Sunday of summer. Dawn blossoms with inspiration and promises but before you know it, the days over. Its already night.
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