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Saw the article about Big Ben on the news and it started me thinking about time.
I spent yesterday heaving office furniture out of offices, down stairs, into vans, out of vans, up stairs, and into offices; and managed to wear the most inappropriate clothing I possess on the hottest day of the year so far: a grey thermal T-shirt and my black woollen trousers! Yay! Needless to say, the day was hell and dragged on and on and on and on...(almost like this post.)
Then, last night, under pressure for a deadline on a communal project I'm working on, time flew by and before I knew it, it was 03.00am. I woke up today at four o'clock in the afternoon feeling almost jet-lagged, and had to carry on where I left off: more writing....
Looking at the clock now, I can't believe it's nearly 23.00. I've always had a healthy mistrust of time and suspect it is a barrier we need to transcend as a species (e.g. fear of getting old, the Four Dimensions, how the information age was supposed to give us more leisure time, time is relative, etc).
Seeing the Big Ben story made me feel better, so I thought I'd start a thread to see what your thoughts might be on this very big issue of Time.
Anecdotes, responses, book recommendations, old threads I haven't found yet, etc? Anyone?
(Note: I could have put this in Head Shop, or even Temple, but I thought I'd stick it here to open up the conversation and keep the mood light, so to speak). |
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