How will you define TIME

As defined in a free encyclopedia.

Time is the fourth dimension and a measure in which events can be ordered from the past through the present into the future, and also the measure of durations of events and the intervals between them.

How will you define it in your life?
Memory… Age…

Riding in the back seat on a rutted road in a car with the floor rusted partly out. Are we there yet?


This is a beautiful sentence. Slow to reach to the destination?

Not sure exactly. Seemed like my right answer.

Good topic…

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Well if we are to believe Beck then it is a piece of wax falling on a termite who’s choking on the splinters…

Alright, instead of looking up the definition for several vocabulary, maybe someone can translate it using simple English?

It’s just lyrics from a song that was popular in the 90’s.

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Golden melody. :musical_note:

Time flies like an arrow
Fruit flies like a banana…

Old bad joke I couldn’t resist.

But seriously…

With my memory in pieces time fades away and slips and shifts.
With this illness, my age being older then myself in some ways and younger then myself in others, my concept of time is very vague.

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Pink Floyd

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I’d something more to say.

Home again
I like to be here
When I can

When I come home
Cold and tired
It’s good to warm my bones
Beside the fire

Far away
Across the field
Tolling on the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell

Thank you for sharing the lyrics.

I have ever noticed this singer before, but not sure who.

I don’t believe in time, i don’t think it’s anything.

I had a three year subscription not too long ago. It was interesting and informative.