Passing you by

Time is powerful and yet I can't seem to grasp why or even how.

Before there were clocks or even sun dials, there was the sun from which our concept of time and its measurement were derived. Our concept of time is based on our sun and its cycle. The second, the minute, the hour, the day, the month, the year, the decade, and the century are all based on the sun and its relationship to the Earth. Each unit of time shares the same continuum. This continuum which we have compartmentalized is only compartmentalized, only sliced up into individual units with a value of our choice, because we decided it should be so. Time itself has no boundaries and is a constant. It is not restricted in the sense of length. We have restricited it, we have attempted to mangae it and some how objectify it. But when did our objectification, our desire to conceptualize time and make it tangible, become one with our need to conform to it? To use it to order our lives, to compartmentalize them? Is it death? Is it that we know death is coming and we want to grasp when? I know there is more to this but I have a history essay to write. Hopefully I come back to this.