Day 265

265/365, originally uploaded by Aaron LaRue.

The time changed today, which led to a little meditation on the concept of time itself. But first, I should probably explain the clock...
 

I got this clock when I moved in to my new apartment. It came in the mail one day at my house (since my dad subscribes to the magazine) and I snagged it. I don't think he even knew it came. I liked it, and I didn't have a battery for it, but I hung it on my wall anyway. I kept telling myself eventually I'd put a battery in it, but I kind of like having it not work. 


It reminds me that time is arbitrary. It's is completely unnatural, time doesn't exist in nature. A second is "the duration of 9,192,631,770 periods of the radiation corresponding to the transition between the two hyperfine levels of the ground state of the cesium 133 atom." When it's put like that, it seems like the most foreign and confusing thing in the world. Still, it defines our life, and without it there would be chaos. 


So this clock is kind of like my little personal assault on time. My own injection of chaos. For some reason I check it every so often, even though I know it doesn't work, and when I do I remember time isn't the master. It's a tool, and if I choose to I can reject its use. I'd rather be in the moment than chasing after it, and whenever I look up to see that it's 10:09 and 43 seconds, I'm reminded of that.