Am I awake? What time is it?

Quote from Waking Life:
Down through the centuries the notion that life is wrapped in a dream has been a pervasive theme of philosophers and poets, so doesn’t it make sense that death too would be wrapped in dream? That after death, your conscious life would continue in what might be called a dream body? It would be the same dream body you experience in your everyday dream life. Except that in the post-mortal state, you could never again wake up. Never again return to your physical body.

I FINALLY finished watching Waking Life, and trust me it’s a nightmare to watch. Not because it’s bad. But because it’s TOO GOOD! Every word carries such profound meaning that I had to force myself to pay attention and not drift off on the million trains of thought inspired by the words uttered just a few seconds earlier. THAT good!

In a dream, you can’t adjust level of brightness [ie you can see what’s happening in your wet dream EVEN if it’s happening in the “dark”].
C’mon that’s brilliant. It’s true. I’ve never had a “dark” dream!

There were soo many theories and speculations and philosophies and ideas discussed in the movie; each was a different take on how “life”, something biological yet intangible should be viewed. It just blew me away. Issues of Fate vs Free will in the context of quantum mechanics, collective memory [heavily hinting at collective subconcious], postmodern existentialism, themes of precession,the age of cultural evolution…I could go on forever. Each of these has one leg in some field of science AND one in the purely esoteric realm. To strive to find a connection is just baffling, and awe-inspiring and it makes you feel so insignificant [considering the scale of things you’re contemplating] yet so dynamically significant in the process that creates the future.

So Philip K. Dick had this theory that time was an illusion.
I was once toying with the idea that time may be a dimension albeit one with tiny yet discrete jumps and NOT continous. So it’d be as if we’re literally jumping through frames. But that time may be an illusion, meaning there’s no such thing. Time doesn’t happen, or pass. If time were like the air that surrounds us, it’d be still, not moving? [In that case, the concept of “time” would be like a solution: a fan or even air con] Michael Chrichton also introduced the same idea in his book Timeline [which was better than the movie naturally], and to even consider this would be to wave away at ideas we’ve been exposed to so far and are comfortable with.

Einstein said motion is relative [and Zeno claimed “motion unexists”, but never mind that]. What if time is relative too? What time you drank coffee can only be expressed relative to what day, what year, what month, which place [GMT] and when you last drank coffee. Time was “installed” as a system because between one second/moment and the next consecutive second/moment, nothing may have happened tangibly but one perceives some form of “something” to have passed. But look at it this way: in that sense, time is relative to your thoughts. You think of something and a second later, you think of that thing again, get a feeling a deja vu, and think back [let’s not start about strange loops here] about when you last thought that thought and you wish to “tag” that “moment” with some kind of identifying number and voila, you have time It could be. So time is some kinda human construct. You guys already knew that right?

This may not mean we start hammering our watches to dust and blow up the Big Ben. Time as a concept IS useful. It allows us to keep appointments, make life organised, and have lots of “fun” solving mechanics problems all day. Somehow, trying to imagine time as non-existent, makes me visualise a skyline on an infinte surface, [in the clear color they use in serials as opposed to the grainier ones they use in movies], slowly, constantly, vibrantly, and surely changing and altering in size, height and complexity, and people live and change into new clothes and buzz in and out of the buildings that make up the skyline and die while their children carry on…the skyline keeps changing. “Time” is some system they use to title the chapters of change. It doesn’t really exist.

The contrasting image [where time exists], for me, is a movie reel moving horizontally right to left and we’re in the left-most, constantly jumping into the frame on the right. This vision is almost completely inspired by stopmotion photography speeded up really really fast; as fast as we thin…wait taking the avergae speed of that, that’s not very fast at all.
Meanwhile this reel you’re in is just one of many stretched out on an infintite floor.

I got to go. As in I’m seriously late for a very important and long overdue DVD pickup. On that note, I should try and convince Mao to suscribe to


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