I haven’t posted anything for weeks, it seems. It hasn’t been my fault. My government controlled Internet Company has kept me off line for some time now, which got me to thinking about time in general. How we perceive it.
According to the definition, time is a human perception defined as the length of an interval separating two points on a nonspatial continuum in which events occur in apparently irreversible succession from the past through the present to the future.
What does that mean anyway? And what is the nature of time? Can we really have it on our hands, as though we should give them a good washing afterwards? Can we waste it, fritter it away, or make good use of it for that matter?
And how can we possibly be ahead of time, or behind the time or have the time, as though it belonged to us, somehow.
In one’s own time is a misnomer and so is half the time, and giving someone the time of day. How vain we are to thing we can do that! Time after time cannot for a second be true, and time cannot be money, it cannot slip away, and what do we mean when we say: only time will tell.
As near as I can tell, time simply is and the only thing that can be said for sure is that when your time is up, you are, in fact, out of time.
Until then, it is a plane in which we are suspended that we have chosen to define categorize and divide into segments: minutes, seconds and milliseconds. It is we who perceive it as long or short or valuable. Time simply is.