Einstein was right.
Time is as relative as everything else in this world, especially when you live in an eight-foot steel and fiberglass cube that goes 65 miles per hour. We cross time zones some times two or three times a day, or we go back and forth across the same time line in a matter of minutes. We are all time travelers in one way or another, it's just that we have to reset our watches more often than most. When we wake up our first question is where are we, and not did you sleep well.
We no longer live by the rules of time we grew up with. The days of the week no longer really matter; they all run together in one long continuum. We live by the clock, but the difference between noon on Saturday and 6am on Tuesday is the same as the difference between Memphis, TN, and Effingham, Il - and FedEx looks like FedEx looks like FedEx. It's all pretty arbitrary, even if it all looks the same.
Dawn happens earlier in the day in Boston than it does in Detroit, yet they are still in the same time zone. We watched the final round of the Masters at a tavern in Denver and it ended at 5:20 on my cell phone and at 7:20 on my watch. Now we are on our way to Memphis from Columbus, and we will time travel backwards and forwards in time at the same time once again. The Tigers play tonight at nine o'clock, unless we get to the Central Time Zone first.
Sigh. It's probably a good thing that the D.O.T. doesn't allow alcohol on these trucks, or this would make even less sense than it already does.
I'm leaving now to go find myself. If I show up before I return, don't let me leave until I get back...
Time is as relative as everything else in this world, especially when you live in an eight-foot steel and fiberglass cube that goes 65 miles per hour. We cross time zones some times two or three times a day, or we go back and forth across the same time line in a matter of minutes. We are all time travelers in one way or another, it's just that we have to reset our watches more often than most. When we wake up our first question is where are we, and not did you sleep well.
We no longer live by the rules of time we grew up with. The days of the week no longer really matter; they all run together in one long continuum. We live by the clock, but the difference between noon on Saturday and 6am on Tuesday is the same as the difference between Memphis, TN, and Effingham, Il - and FedEx looks like FedEx looks like FedEx. It's all pretty arbitrary, even if it all looks the same.
Dawn happens earlier in the day in Boston than it does in Detroit, yet they are still in the same time zone. We watched the final round of the Masters at a tavern in Denver and it ended at 5:20 on my cell phone and at 7:20 on my watch. Now we are on our way to Memphis from Columbus, and we will time travel backwards and forwards in time at the same time once again. The Tigers play tonight at nine o'clock, unless we get to the Central Time Zone first.
Sigh. It's probably a good thing that the D.O.T. doesn't allow alcohol on these trucks, or this would make even less sense than it already does.
I'm leaving now to go find myself. If I show up before I return, don't let me leave until I get back...
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