Tempus Fuckit
Time slips past us, fast flow, like a river rushing over gray stones Time drips slower than slow like thick sap hanging from pine cones I’m not sure time is real. I mean, things happen. Entropy and whatnot. But I don’t know if I accept that measuring the pace of happenings is anything more than a construct. Don’t get me wrong. I know the world is round, or a close approximation thereof. I’m down with the science. But physicists, as a group, aren’t united on what time is. Something about time being “measured and malleable in relativity while assumed as background (and not an observable) in quantum mechanics.” So while we experience it as real, it may not be “fundamentally real.” And that’s kinda how it feels to me.
