Any Clich� Will Serve in its Time
November 18, 2001

It's been a while since my last update. It hasn't been any lack of things to write--I've got stories to tell, complaints to make, and thoughts to provoke (all of which will eventually be discussed, in later articles)--but two things have kept me from writing: a lack of will and a lack of time. The lack of will because, when my country is at war, how can I be expected to write a lighthearted or informative article? I wasn't even going to write anything today, until I discovered that someone, somewhere is actually visiting my site and reading what I have to say. And a lack of time, well, because time moves quicker than I can type.

Everything in the world (or nearly everything, anyway) is ultimately governed by time, when you think about it. Without a standard of time, society would very quickly fall apart. Without a method of telling the relation of when one event occurs as compared to another, nothing would make sense. However, the reality of time is that it exists in name only.

Think about it: how could you prove time exists? You can argue that time exists, and you can support it, and it can't be denied, really, but time is a manmade institution to add order to society.

The idea of time only exists because we will it to exist; but now that time is integrated in to every aspect of life, can you imagine life without it? We can prove that man's definition of time exists because of motion, in that time can not exist if motion does not exist, because time is relative.

Two and a half hours left in November 18. I am running out of time to finish my work for tomorrow. Thanksgiving Day is coming up, and I truly think it will be an emotional Thanksgiving. But I digress...

Time moves. Time is relative. Time controls my life more than I'm willing to admit. A second, a minute, a year, an eon--if it's gone, it's gone. Turn your head, and you miss what's going on behind you. Fall asleep, and you're eight hours closer to death. Blink, and you never get that instance back for all of eternity. It's really kind of scary--eternity, the one concept that is beyond time. In whatever eternal afterlife you believe in, does all eternity occur at once, or not at all? Man, I'm getting too philosophical.

Two hours and twenty minutes until tomorrow. I just blinked. I'm missing things behind me. My life will still be complete. I'm missing conversations; I'll never even care. That's the only universal uplifting truth when you think about time: you are assured that if it didn't involve you, despite missing that moment, you'll never miss that moment.

I'll never sleep again.

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