Wednesday, August 25, 2004
I f time is not constant, then can anything be considered such. Surely a logical answer might be God, but in a sense, God is outside of all parameters known to man, and therefore is not relavent to the discussion. Everthing that lives has some distictive characteristic that defines their current state, "living" (to be a tad redundant an unorginal). Biochemist might define this difference as a constant changing of energy or numerous other metabolic activities. Yet would a self sustaining machine which caries out complex chemical reactions be living as well? Many would argue that this is not the case. That being so, there still exist the queistion of what makes something living. Living things are unique in one sense only, and this one area is ambiguous though uniform through all forms. Given some strong uniform material exists, then why can it not be readily identified. Surely this is one of the most fundamental question humanity can pose. What makes, keeps, nurishes, and embesllishes this item we all possess?
posted by Marianna Wednesday, August 25, 2004
Saturday, August 21, 2004
You claim time is constant, but I severely beg to differ. Do you think weight is constant? I would hope not, as it depends on two things: mass and gravity. Both of which can change. Likewise, time is similarly relative, and can be altered to be different. For the one who travels near the speed of light, time is normal, but relative to us, he has slowed down our lives incredibly. Is this an act of God? Perhaps not, though he must play some role in it. I just want to specify that I disagree with the fact that time is constant. Figuratively speaking, too, it can speed up or slow down based on something as simple as our actions.
posted by Sigmund Saturday, August 21, 2004
Monday, August 16, 2004
If the earth were to have a pulse, that pulse could not be time. A pulse might indeed keep nearly perfect rythym, but this is never at a consistant tempo. Time on the other hand is constant and neither slows nor speeds. It is the perfect cruise control. Some divine being set it once, long, long ago, and it has contiued at the same speed ever since. It may appear at times as though time accelerates or slows to a bitter crawl--maybe even stops, but naturally as ever it keeps its perfect pace. Perhaps it is because it shows no desire to race nor has anygoal to statisfy except continuing its mission until the Master demands a halt.
It's been a little over 7 months since I've step foot in the buildings, breathed the air, seen the smiles, and felt the stress of Clarkson. Yet time has not failed once since my departure. Hence those seeven months has been spent--and filled with memories I will never call my own. This notion is sad and frightening--though warming as well. The most warming aspect is my desire to return. I don't know if it is the people, landscape, comfort of the academic setting or the activities, but Clarkson feels as much a home now as does my real home. Hopefully I won't be disappointed.
posted by Marianna Monday, August 16, 2004
Monday, August 09, 2004
A clear night speckled with stars and shimmering in the glow of a slivered moon is a spectcal of delight. Not only is the world covered in a soft and heavenly lumination, but the coolness of a cloudly sky ivigorates the very spine of spirit. Few things can surpass this moment of awe before the nightly rest demands collapse. That is except for rising to the same spectal. Rising to a moon and starfilled horizon may invoke even more delight--especially if the sun slowly rises and begins to one by one outshine the tiny distant suns. Slowing the pure still peace of night warms into the happy warm of life and day.
posted by Marianna Monday, August 09, 2004