Sounds so simple and 'Duh-you-mean-you-just-realised-that', but it's in fact something that is so vital in human relations.
You can see my heart beating..
Anyway, I realised that it's nearing the end of the year. Wow. Time really does march past.
Thought of the day: Time.
Time as a theme is very interesting. It can become so-called a theme because of what we make of it and not because of what it really is.
What is time, really?
time(tm)n.
1.
a. A nonspatial continuum in which events occur in apparently irreversible succession from the past through the present to the future.
b. An interval separating two points on this continuum; a duration: a long time since the last war; passed the time reading.
c. A number, as of years, days, or minutes, representing such an interval: ran the course in a time just under four minutes.
d. A similar number representing a specific point on this continuum, reckoned in hours and minutes: checked her watch and recorded the time, 6:17 a.m.
e. A system by which such intervals are measured or such numbers are reckoned: solar time.
I use the term 'we' very loosely, so ok I shall use 'I'.
I like to see time as a theme - taking a physical appearance. And in this physical appearance would (Gary don't sigh) contain a hybrid of our past, present, and future.
It would be twisted, malformed and probably unrecognisable. I'm looking at time as a perception and not as an entity.
Just as the beat of the drum matches the rhythm of the heart. Plunge deep into the centre of the equilibrium and shatter the continuum.
We were kids.
'People only believe what they want to believe.'
'People fear the unknown. People laugh at the perils of others. People... are people.'
Only people who know me well will know when I'm bull shitting and when I'm not ;p
m)n.