"I'm gonna base this moment on who I'm stuck in a room with. It's what life is. It's a series of rooms. And who we get stuck in those rooms with adds up to what our lives are."
Friday, August 16, 2013
Time, pt. 8
Think about the present. That thought is now in the past. Gone forever, except in the recesses of your memory. If you even remember this for more than the few minutes your brain will even allow, that is. If you blink, if you speak one word, if you think one thought, it becomes immediately in the past. Which is a paradox in and of itself, because "immediately" itself becomes in the past upon being spoken or read. Say "future." In the past. Our past is just a collection of present moments, our futures just present moments waiting to happen. Which makes time, and "the present" seem like a construct, some made-up idea for people to live in and read uplifting quotes about. I've talked here before how time is merely one in infinity, but even that seems to be in the question now. There are infinitely many numbers between zero and one, so if one second out of infinity makes zero, what does a fraction of zero make? This is the paradox of time existing, because all that's really happening is a sequence of present moments that are immediately sent to the past. By the time you can imagine right now as the present, it will become the past. There is no present except for the sliver of an idea of time that is continuously moving forward. A sliver so tiny, so minute in the infinity that is the universe, that time can't physically exist.
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