What if... You take the words used to describe time and throw them away....they didn't exist until fairly recently "in time".... then you took away the numbers...... now time in space relative to distance and gravity... how long is a second.... the way "we"perceive time is relative to us.... my how time flys when your having fun... is it five o'clock yet...... so all perceptions have to be calibrated.......to what,you don't have numbers.....or words...... so you must now check in the gravity chip..... the length of an hour ,,,is ,,,,in the glass......in the form of a physicality.....sand...... it takes a finite point at which the glass is physically turned over..... then a finite point at which it runs out..... now that depends on gravity...... take the hours glass to space in varying heights from the surface.......hows ya "hour glass : doin?
Thank you for that. so all perceptions must be calibrated without numbers or words adding in gravity variance finite points of change birth and death? what else?
Is it really all just perception? That makes me sort of sad. Not sure why. I mean it makes the most sense, but it's nicer to think that it's not our fault.
Deep set roots on a tree that is able to fly, And the ground is still there and it holds it steadfast, Seen from a distance you never think to ask why, Why, that now is not now and the future’s the past. A cricket rubs his legs and the sound far travels, Can be seen with the heart as the light unravels.
"So take them where they crave to go And show them what they fear they know; We all read minds unkindly They'll find we, Are not these bumbling things The puppet strings Lead up and out And back, and in. and in.. and in... Tugged by friction with fiction, These superstrings feed their addiction To restriction And stupid things like Matter, Space and Time Meter 'verse and Rhyme And the emotion inherent in motion Apparent For what is time but loss?"
Ok Danielle, I will try too- just for fun. I doubt I could compete with iambic though :D So what you see and what he sees are both the same yet different You are here but he is there on another firmament So let's think, what is the link? That holds our sight together, A paradox of to be or not contained within forever, Light is light, if that matters, it can also be quite heavy, If you go from a-b you have to pay the levy, When light is heavy it starts to stretch and the words go long, But in the dark -the word stays -a constant lyric in the song. So let me paint for you a very hollow graphic, Scream very loud in its jowels and wait for the echo, If you hear it resonate you may be telepathic.