Listening to: The Killers - Jenny Was A Friend of Mine
Feeling: discouraged
"Time is defined to make motion look simple."
This is the lone quote posted at http://www.physics.com. My partner-in-crime, Elizabeth, went to that site to find a huge databank of formulas, a conundrum of knowledge and brain-warping, and instead, she finds this quote, and shows it to me.
While she was not too impressed, because that quote was not helping her get any work done, I sat in my office for five minutes and enjoyed a small moment of cognitive reverie.
People in my state are known, in some instances, to give distances to places in terms of time instead of distance. For example, my house is about two minutes from Shaw's as opposed to a mile, forty-five minutes from work in Waldoboro instead of thirty-two miles.
It does seem, then, that time is a much more simple unit to work with. You can't touch time itself, or measure it very accurately, but you can grab it in intervals. However, we all live our lives in infinitesimals. Moments. Instances. And those small instances make up our cognizance.
And those moments go by so quick. Immediately, they happen, and we lose track easily of what is happening in that moment, because motion happens so fast. But, we can look at the intervals, see the before and after, and conclude about the moments in between.
There's no doubt, though, that the moment was there. It burned its way into your memory; not what happened, but the fact that it existed. That's why moments are so easy to forget; the moment is there in your mind, but not the content. They're the infinitesimal, but the calculus going on in our minds all the time is what happened all of yesterday. All of the last hour. All of our lives.
It's not the moments that end up defining us. It's the sum of all of those moments and the fact that we fill in what we forget or create our best conclusion as to what the motion really was. So, in a way, it can't be the moments that define our lives. It's simply knowing that a world you can never touch is standing still right before your eyes, and if you try hard enough, you can catch it and keep it, if only for a little while.
Maybe it's a new england thing? Or maybe it's a 'people who smoke cloves and enjoy Burlington Vermont' thing.
Take care,
I will email you my address. :-)
Love,
Kate