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Reading a post about the alarming flight of time just now reminded me of something I wrote on facebook to a friend in a busy and successful third year at Cambridge. Having failed to reply to a question in anything like a reasonable amount of time, I offered the following:
I sometimes think I would handle my affairs better if they were more...well, just more. I come to this conclusion via the theory that work expands to fill the time available re-examined from a perspective wherein work done rather than time passed is what we measure in arbitrary units. In this scenario, the event of work supposedly expanding to fill a set amount of time translates into a kind of chronological inflation whereby time technically loses value to fit into a low quota of achievement. Spuriously reasoned and badly explained, but nevertheless the grounds on which I conclude that in real terms I have far less time than busy people...
On any level (and I'm thinking some kind of philosophy or simple, physics-bypassing philology are where my highest hopes lie) could that make sense? Because I tell you it really feels like it does.
I sometimes think I would handle my affairs better if they were more...well, just more. I come to this conclusion via the theory that work expands to fill the time available re-examined from a perspective wherein work done rather than time passed is what we measure in arbitrary units. In this scenario, the event of work supposedly expanding to fill a set amount of time translates into a kind of chronological inflation whereby time technically loses value to fit into a low quota of achievement. Spuriously reasoned and badly explained, but nevertheless the grounds on which I conclude that in real terms I have far less time than busy people...
On any level (and I'm thinking some kind of philosophy or simple, physics-bypassing philology are where my highest hopes lie) could that make sense? Because I tell you it really feels like it does.