On 6:05 pm

The time is 6:05 pm.

I thought you would be curious.

In one minute, it will be 6:06 pm.

I thought you would be curious.

By the time I finish writing this blog, it is more likely to be the latter; in fact, it is that time now.

Time has passed - how brutal. Even moreso: it continues. Like any good, vaguely defined, relative concept it trudges with little regard as to my feelings (damn you schrodenger!)

I received a phone call... the time between sentences has increased in average frequency thereby. The mathematical and statistical discrepancy this causes could be rectified if I were to write long enough, but I doubt that possibility (it is now 6:09 pm).

The only thing I have reminding me that time is passing is the clock. And the words slowly spreading across my screen. And the lights flashing from a TV behind me. And the music flowing through my ears. (6:11 pm)

Time is change from my perspective. I have no other way to measure it.

Still, when I think about the grand nature of the universe, time seems more complex. It is scientifically more; or less I suppose depending on your viewpoint.

Am I hypocritical at (6:13 pm)for acknowledging the existence of time? I disbelieve in god for the reason of lack of anything other than circumstantial evidence. Time is just as circumstantial. If I measure it by change... change from a different perspective is a constant thereby nullified by circumstance.

I suppose it is time to take an equally vague approach to time.

I shall be called hereon a temporal agnostic. I acknowledge the possibility that time exists. All in all though, this is just more meaningless thinking.

It is 6:17 pm.

The statistics are not fixed at all.

It is 6:18 pm.

Maybe.