I like to make mental images of Time. When I think of my life, I think that Time moves in a straight line. When I think of a smaller increment (like a year or a week) I imagine a circle. But when I think of long spanses, I conjure a spiral.
I'm fascinated by Time...how we perceive it...how we measure it...how it affects us physically and mentally...and no matter how much it pervades our lives, it will remain elusive.
Some days I wish above all things that I could return to certain moments and re-write them - to give wisdom to my younger self - to give comfort - to rescue - to pull myself out of THIS.MOMENT.
We had a friend who built a time machine. It was made from a reclining chair. He would strap on a helmut and set a clock - and then he would sit in the chair and move forward in time at the rate of 60 seconds per minute.
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