Nor do scores of other poets and songwriters who lament the passage of time.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Second by second. Minute by minute. Hour by hour. Day by day.
A week is gone. Then a month disappears.
Before you know it, a year has passed. Maybe more.
In Lewis Carroll's "Through the Looking Glass," the White Queen, who lives her life backward, bandages her finger before it begins to bleed, then screams before she pricks her finger. Carroll makes the concept of time reversal seem almost logical in his fiction, but in real life, time seems to move forward.
Seems like I once read that physicists at the big particle accelerator in Switzerland have sent particles back in time. But as I recall, the results were erratic. Or, at least, the results weren't exactly like running a movie backward.
Time may be one of the most mysterious and puzzling things to understand.
For example, when I'm sitting out on the patio, stargazing on a Friday night, maybe drinking. Like now, perhaps. My thoughts inevitably turn to the creation of the universe and the Big Bang. It's impossible to do that without giving consideration to the function of time.
Surely, you've had a similar experience. Haven't you?
So, where does the time go?
And where is Einstein when I need him?
Oh! Look! The month of May is gone! Suddenly it's June!
You know what that means don't you?
It means it's time for another round of little-known American holidays! So, check in throughout the week to find obscure reasons to celebrate. Or, plan a party. I've discovered that you can't hear the clock ticking when the music is cranked up.
Posted: Monday, June 1, 2009
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“Where does the time go?” It arrives from the future and is stored in the past…Nostalgia is a form of imbibing from the past and like most forms of imbibing, excessive amounts are probably not good for us. I love getting together with old friends and family and savoring memories of the past but the downside is that it usually also reminds us of how little of the future we have left to us. As a youth I used to greatly enjoy sitting and listening to some of the oldest folks I knew as they told of their younger years and the things they had done. Now I find it a little disturbing to realize that I am the oldest man in my whole clan and becoming that way among my friends. I find that I have to keep making new friends because so many of my old ones have gone away. I try to make young friends so I won’t have to lose so many of them. I recall back before we retired when things got done more than now and I could always squeeze in one more task or event. Now my uncompleted task list tries to grow by leaps and bounds and is balanced only by my growing skill at scratching off a lot of items as no longer important enough to be placed on the list. I still try to keep up with the truly important things. There is a lot of visiting that needs doing. Cats and dogs and horses need to be petted and hugged. Grandchildren and Great-grandchildren likewise. Words beg to meet paper in ever-increasing numbers even if only digitally. I also have not quite gotten the secrets of the cosmos all sorted out yet but I usually ponder such matters in the quiet of the night when sleep eludes me. I guess I can’t really answer the question “where does the time go?” I don’t even recall what day this… Chat later.