Forgive me for all the times I told you (if you ever heard me say) that we should make every second count.
Because the hours and the minutes and the seconds are human inventions that only matter to us, but not with the rest of what’s natural.
From The wait of the world:
The original wide-area time service available for human use is referenced in the Bible: on the fourth ‘day’ of Genesis, God put ‘lights’ in the firmament to serve as timekeepers to nail down the otherwise fuzzy concepts of ‘evening’, ‘morning’, and ‘day’. Duly charged ‘to divide the day from the night’, the heavenly lights were meant to provide also ‘for seasons, and for days and years’.
Thus the rising of the Sun (that is, the turning of the Earth on its axis) gives us each day. The movement of the Sun through the zodiac (as seen from an Earth in solar orbit) defines the year. The Moon, meanwhile, gives us our months, in its cycle from waxing to waning. In contrast, the finer slices of time — hours, minutes, seconds — are human inventions: time-management inventions, with no counterpart in nature.
Instead, I should have emphasized more on making the moment count.
Can you remember the times you spent with the people you deeply cared about? Did time seem to slow down? And when it’s time to go, it seems to run in a hurry?
I noticed how time becomes relative the moment we stop looking at our clocks.
And perhaps, not looking at our clocks helps us relieve ourselves from unnecessary stresses too, unless you’ve got a meeting in the next hour?
Some of us want to get off from time pressure brought by clocks, but it takes the intention to reinvent how we live our lives around these timepieces.