Does time have dimension or do we assume it does? I personally have many problems with the present concepts of time, especially the concept of time as a dimension. Just because something can be modeled mathematically, does not make it so. In other words, a time line is not that much different from a Maxwellian field line. A mathematical representation, therefor, it is an abstraction. Can a point exist that has no height, width or length? Technically, no, it too is an abstraction. To me, and this may be a limitation due to my ignorance, but, when mathematics wanders into such abstractions, is it relative anymore?
To me, Time is experiential, it doesn't flow, that is a perception we have of the experience we are having within a certain time. The flow of time is an analogy we use to describe that which is, essentially, indescribable. It isn't time that is flowing, but our experience within the frame of that time that is flowing. When there is no more flow, such as when sitting in a dark silent room and there is little if anything to simulate our senses, then time loses relevancy.
Why can two people sharing a moment in time and space experience that time differently? If not an extremely opposing perspective of the shared time; for one it went quickly, it had fluidity, for the other it seemed to drag, take forever and had little flow. It is all about perspective and experience.
Why does time seem to slow as we get older? Why is it when I close my eyes and stay within the confines of my mind all sense of time is lost? Why do I have no sense of the time that passed as I slept?
Does the 24 hrs of an insects life feel to the insect as long as the 72 years of a human life feels to a human?
Is a clock time? Or is it an attempt to quantize that which is un-quantizable by the human experience? A clock does not represent time as the universe experiences it, it represents a mechanical quantized perspective of time that is as far from the experience of time felt by any thing. I wonder was the birth of the mechanical gear driven clock the dawn of transhumanism; the marriage of human and machine? Fritz Lang's Metropolis comes to mind as an apt caricature of modern existence enslaved by the clock.
Time is change, it is process and is required for motion and space to exist. Without time, there can not be motion and the same is true of space. These three are linked as a trinity, inseparable, but, individual. And the way we first learned to measure time was through the motion of the sun across the space that is the sky. One day = the deity. And what a relief it was from the cold terrors of the night faced by the early hominids. Look how we have evolved since then, as too has our concepts, but in the end they are still only concepts.
I think a lot about the concept of time, spending a great deal of time pondering the imponderable time. It is ironic, is it not? Below, is a lyric to a song I am writing
A Junkie's Dream
Your life is a junkie's dream,
as you go scream-ing
from one moment to the next..
But its just a slide.
On which you ride.
To the end of your life.
Taking one step at a time,
you find, that, time is,
an order of things
you can't deny,
no matter how hard you try,
the arrows of time
keep flying by.
Take a trip with me,
to the other side,
of reality...
Baby, what we'll see,
will, blow your mind
and set your soul free,
so that you can be,
what you're meant to be.
Anyone who says they know it all
are faking it,
because they are afraid,
of the unknown.
But there's no need for fear,
as long as you can feel,
that in your heart,
you are a part ,
of everything,
c'mon and baby sing.
Take a trip with me,
blah blah blah
If you made it this far, thanks for enduring my ramble. I have been following your work for a few years now and find you an interesting gentleman. I just discovered your substack presence through a youtube appearance, and I look forward to reading my way through it.
Does time have dimension or do we assume it does? I personally have many problems with the present concepts of time, especially the concept of time as a dimension. Just because something can be modeled mathematically, does not make it so. In other words, a time line is not that much different from a Maxwellian field line. A mathematical representation, therefor, it is an abstraction. Can a point exist that has no height, width or length? Technically, no, it too is an abstraction. To me, and this may be a limitation due to my ignorance, but, when mathematics wanders into such abstractions, is it relative anymore?
To me, Time is experiential, it doesn't flow, that is a perception we have of the experience we are having within a certain time. The flow of time is an analogy we use to describe that which is, essentially, indescribable. It isn't time that is flowing, but our experience within the frame of that time that is flowing. When there is no more flow, such as when sitting in a dark silent room and there is little if anything to simulate our senses, then time loses relevancy.
Why can two people sharing a moment in time and space experience that time differently? If not an extremely opposing perspective of the shared time; for one it went quickly, it had fluidity, for the other it seemed to drag, take forever and had little flow. It is all about perspective and experience.
Why does time seem to slow as we get older? Why is it when I close my eyes and stay within the confines of my mind all sense of time is lost? Why do I have no sense of the time that passed as I slept?
Does the 24 hrs of an insects life feel to the insect as long as the 72 years of a human life feels to a human?
Is a clock time? Or is it an attempt to quantize that which is un-quantizable by the human experience? A clock does not represent time as the universe experiences it, it represents a mechanical quantized perspective of time that is as far from the experience of time felt by any thing. I wonder was the birth of the mechanical gear driven clock the dawn of transhumanism; the marriage of human and machine? Fritz Lang's Metropolis comes to mind as an apt caricature of modern existence enslaved by the clock.
Time is change, it is process and is required for motion and space to exist. Without time, there can not be motion and the same is true of space. These three are linked as a trinity, inseparable, but, individual. And the way we first learned to measure time was through the motion of the sun across the space that is the sky. One day = the deity. And what a relief it was from the cold terrors of the night faced by the early hominids. Look how we have evolved since then, as too has our concepts, but in the end they are still only concepts.
I think a lot about the concept of time, spending a great deal of time pondering the imponderable time. It is ironic, is it not? Below, is a lyric to a song I am writing
A Junkie's Dream
Your life is a junkie's dream,
as you go scream-ing
from one moment to the next..
But its just a slide.
On which you ride.
To the end of your life.
Taking one step at a time,
you find, that, time is,
an order of things
you can't deny,
no matter how hard you try,
the arrows of time
keep flying by.
Take a trip with me,
to the other side,
of reality...
Baby, what we'll see,
will, blow your mind
and set your soul free,
so that you can be,
what you're meant to be.
Anyone who says they know it all
are faking it,
because they are afraid,
of the unknown.
But there's no need for fear,
as long as you can feel,
that in your heart,
you are a part ,
of everything,
c'mon and baby sing.
Take a trip with me,
blah blah blah
If you made it this far, thanks for enduring my ramble. I have been following your work for a few years now and find you an interesting gentleman. I just discovered your substack presence through a youtube appearance, and I look forward to reading my way through it.
Cheers
All very good points. Impossible to separate human consciousness from any serious talk about time.