Time

[ChimpMaster]

Can you ever have enough?
Do you desire time more than money and love?
Does time really exist or do we only imagine it to facilitate our understanding of the universe?

 

[KathyWoolfe]

Can you ever have enough?
Do you desire time more than money and love?
Does time really exist or do we only imagination it to facilitate our understanding of the universe?

Yes, sometimes too much,
No
Time is imaginary

 

[PAH]

The perception of time is subjective.

I often wish I was a fly, firstly so the day would last a lot longer as it would all be slowed down, and secondly so I might enjoy my own cooking which admittedly tastes like tulip.

 

[HYpno27]

Can you ever have enough?
Do you desire time more than money and love?
Does time really exist or do we only imagine it to facilitate our understanding of the universe?

As a being that perceives time as linear there will be a finite amount - just the right amount between start and end

No - love and money more than time - unless I have seconds to live in which case I reserve the right to change my mind

Time exists and helps to facilitate our understanding, but because we perceive it in one way doesn't mean that's the only way.

or, according to early - Aladdin Sane -Bowie

"Time flexes like a wh-ore, falls wa-nking to the floor" Not sure how THAT works

 

[PAH]

Much the same way a watched kettle never boils but posting on CUK makes the day fly past. I barely have time to open Visual Studio it goes by so quickly.

 

[NotAllThere]

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but its sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought Id something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.