but some of them are golden only because we let them slip by.
James M. Barrie
Was it Slaughterhouse Five in which the hero became "unstuck in time"? Actually, it's odd that I asked that question. I know darn well that the phrase originated with that book. Perhaps my subconscious wants to formally recognize my disengagement with the world at large in a self-effacing manner. Perhaps I have an unexpressed desire to note the influence of Kurt Vonnegut (author of the aforementioned tome) upon my worldview. There is, however, a slight difference between being unstuck in time and being lost in time. I'd like to think I have permitted myself both experiences. While the physical world I inhabit basically expresses itself in a linear fashion, it seems that my mental process and focus has become fond of what is referred to as Attention Deficit Disorder. That concept is presented as a malady, although whether or not it is should, perhaps, be questioned. To be honest, most things in life don't seem to be worth the attention we give them. No matter. (Okay, brain, was that some sort of bad existential pun?) What I'm trying to get at regards my latest interaction with the concept of time. I've lost it. Meaning my ability to control my use of it. It began, as it often does, with Daylight Savings.
|(Whomever did these two graphics doesn't seem to realize that|
turning back the clock would be necessary to make it standard time - unless
this was created to stop WWII "war time" and referred to going back to WWI time...)
Oh, Dear. I've just glanced at the clock again and realized I must go. My meditation upon whether I am a Morlock, a meal, or a talking ring and what all of that has to do with DeLoreans and net neutrality will have to wait...