Time is a component quantity of various measurements used to sequence events, to compare the duration of events or the intervals between them, and to quantify rates of change of quantities in material reality or in the conscious experience. … Time in physics is unambiguously operationally defined as “what a clock reads”.
Time just crossed my mind. It snuck across it during the night and left its tracks for me to find in the morning light.
Another day and it finds me sitting at my Applemac proofing the next episode of The Piper series of quick-reads whilst hoping that I can get it all done before the day is out. Tempus Fugit…
And then there is the business of life. When you get into your fifties, you think about time. You think about how long you have left, how many years and months, and what you will leave behind. So, my attempts at writing may well be my legacy to the future generations; maybe not.
William Blake always thought that the work he was producing would be read by those ‘in futurity’, and he was right. So, in some ways, he elongated time, stretched it out to suit his needs. His words still ring for those who hear them.
But Blake isn’t me.
So, I am on page 4 of a 117 page document that will become my second instalment of The Purge. With luck, it will reach the general Amazon public by tomorrow.