the nature of time

Konnichiwa, shoukun! Or whoever may be reading this.


Time is a weird thing, isn't it. Like ... it's a measurable quantity that doesn't change, right? So how can it be so subjective? A year go by so fast and a couple of hours take forever. 30 seconds is completely different if you're waiting for a computer program to load, or waiting for a bomb to count down. Yet it's just 30 seconds. I heard somewhere that time is supposed to be the fourth dimension. A line is the first dimension, say the X-axis. A flat surface is the second dimension, say a wall or the floor, defined by the X- and Y-axes. A box, or space, is the third dimension, defined by the X-, Y- and Z-axes. But I can't get a grasp on the fourth dimension. How do you go beyond three-dimensional space? My mind can't grasp that concept.


Lately time has been moving a little too fast for my comfort. I have too much I need to do in too short a space of time and I find my subconscious worrying about it. So I wake up between 1:00 and 3:00 am wrestling with work problems. This morning it was something to do with how to report Vitamin D if we measure D3 and D2, 25-Oh and 1,25-diOH. Just stuff that's not even been part of my conscious thoughts. So I suppose the way my subconscious deals with work stress is to worry at obscure problems.

Oops, no more time to do this.