Sunday, March 6, 2011
February has been a short, yet busy month and as always when RL takes over, I notice that time seems to speed up the busier things are and slow down when bored by something that makes me want to doze off. The latter exercise usually involves watching untalented performers present something. A similar form of perceived "time dilation" is experienced while testing the excitement of involuntary falling due to gravity.
The perception of time, while it exists, is an abstract construct and has been contemplated, remembered, forgotten, measured, evaluated, written about ad nauseam and infinitum. If the expansion of the universe is speeding up, how will that affect time? Is time infinite or will time eventually end?
Every now and then, I lose a day. I'm not certain why this happens or how one can misplace a day, but the mind has convinced itself that something has gone missing, which cannot be found or recaptured.
However, this time around I lost a day for an entire week.
On Monday, it felt like it was Tuesday.
On Tuesday, I had already moved on to Wednesday, and therefore the middle of the week.
By Wednesday, I kept reminding myself that it was not Thursday. Whispered questions throughout the day of the "It's Wednesday, right?" variety, rewarded me with stares of you're weirder than usual.
On Thursday, my mind failed to comprehend why it was not Friday.
On Friday, miraculously, I seemed to find my place in the space-time continuum again. Briefly. It only lasted a moment.
On Saturday, I was reminded that it was time to organize and declutter. My mind was focused on moving miscellaneous objects through space and time.
When am I?