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Something I don't understand but wish to is time.
The way that I see it is that "time" is a word and, consequentially, a "concept" used to describe something outside of ourselves.
When I look at a word I always feel a small sense of being cheated out of he reality of the object that it is attached to.
I first had this feeling when I saw a photo of a pack of lions.
A Pride.
The lions, in a group or family, are called "A Pride" of lions.
All words, each in this entry and in that photo of the lions, are man made symbols represented as noises or written graphics to convey information.
The lions were here, however, long before man started to speak thus they are no more a "pride" than I am capable of claiming that I am a velociraptor.
To call a pack of lions, for example, a "coffee" of lions is quite silly. But calling them a "pride" can, argumentatively, be considered equally silly.
I wish no longer that a Pride of Lions be called such. In fact I wish that they would switch their title with crows.
Yes, that's it. I feel we should have a Murder of Lions and a Pride of Crows.
Either way - it is language.
Does this make sense so far?
What confuses me and drives me to want answers is the concept of time.
What is it? What is the word? Was time, this invisible concept, here before man began to speak? Was it "time" before we spoke? Or was it merely a passing of moments? A transition from one physical space to the next? One giant moment. A spacious-now. Did people "age" or did the elastin simply corrode and breakdown naturally throughout the course of ones existence?
Does time exist? How does it exist? What are the difference between spacetime and time?
If it wasn't until 2000 BC that the Summerians created a sexagesimal system, then isn't it safe to assume that we could have had any other number of systems?
Etc.
The way that I see it is that "time" is a word and, consequentially, a "concept" used to describe something outside of ourselves.
When I look at a word I always feel a small sense of being cheated out of he reality of the object that it is attached to.
I first had this feeling when I saw a photo of a pack of lions.
A Pride.
The lions, in a group or family, are called "A Pride" of lions.
All words, each in this entry and in that photo of the lions, are man made symbols represented as noises or written graphics to convey information.
The lions were here, however, long before man started to speak thus they are no more a "pride" than I am capable of claiming that I am a velociraptor.
To call a pack of lions, for example, a "coffee" of lions is quite silly. But calling them a "pride" can, argumentatively, be considered equally silly.
I wish no longer that a Pride of Lions be called such. In fact I wish that they would switch their title with crows.
Yes, that's it. I feel we should have a Murder of Lions and a Pride of Crows.
Either way - it is language.
Does this make sense so far?
What confuses me and drives me to want answers is the concept of time.
What is it? What is the word? Was time, this invisible concept, here before man began to speak? Was it "time" before we spoke? Or was it merely a passing of moments? A transition from one physical space to the next? One giant moment. A spacious-now. Did people "age" or did the elastin simply corrode and breakdown naturally throughout the course of ones existence?
Does time exist? How does it exist? What are the difference between spacetime and time?
If it wasn't until 2000 BC that the Summerians created a sexagesimal system, then isn't it safe to assume that we could have had any other number of systems?
Etc.