I remember my Grandmother telling me that time sped up as you got older. I was probably 5 or 6-years old at the time and, for me, time was a mystery. On the one hand, Christmas just seemed to take eons to arrive and then, when it did, it was over in a flash. The month of December was like torture really. Each day, you would open one door on that advent calendar but each day seemed like a century. Now, of course, I understand my Grandmother’s point of view. Weeks and months flash by so fast I could swear it was still August if it weren’t for the weather and falling leaves.
Time is a funny thing. We can measure it very precisely but what exactly are we measuring? How can we measure an illusion anyway since that is what time may well be. I read Anthony Peake’s excellent book on the subject a while ago. It was a great read. Intriguing. However, it just reinforced my view that time is a construct of reality that is needed to create ‘space’ in which to have movement. Space is another such construct. The space-time continuum is not real!
I had a crack at discussing this in some depth in the Hexagram book and also covered it a bit in the Last Observer too. I have also written about it on Asteroth’s Domain using various esoteric models to develop the idea that time is a construct of reality. In actuality, time may simply not exist. Imagine that for a moment. Yes – its tough isn’t it?
At the end of the day, we live in a relative world and unsurprisingly, time is relative too. An hour to me might not seem like an hour to you and depending on what we may be doing at the time, an hour seems variable in length even though we can measure that same hour quite accurately. Time is an enigma and it’s as simple as that.
In the words of David Bowie..
Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth
You pull on your finger, then another finger, then your cigarette
The wall-to-wall is calling, it lingers, then you forget