So Does Life Flash By in the Blink of an Eye, Or Drag Out One Minute at a Time? | |
Black Knight
(OP) User ID: 66996549 United States 11/01/2017 11:49 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | You see. Time is complex. Quoting: Anonymous Coward 75470778 Life is also complex Without time, there is only information that's embedded into the ether Also without an observer,there is only information still. With time and a body, you get to EXPEREINCE life. The information gets executed and has time to develop and use its senses and observe itself and the world. You see this simulation is self running. It is just information coded that wants to express itself and experience the world . In order to experience the coded information, it runs the lifetime as an executable program. It has many kinds of life forms from plants to animals to humans and they all have more or less senses to perceive the coded information through the time medium And that is why time and life exists. Now most people feel as they get older , the days go by faster. This is due to time stacking. Your life is like a book. Once you are midway through, your last half of the book , you only remember the parts that stood out , while the rest was just meaningless days that you didn't remember well to make note of it later . This is why it feels the days are shorter. The book is being skimmed through. I know a lot There is a huge important point. When I look back at what I have been through, the real challenges, the hard times and great efforts, and the things that I worked the hardest at to achieve are always there in my memory. Does anybody ever remember all those days when noting really happened? I think that one of the best ways to stretch out your life is to make sure that you live enough life to make it worth remembering. He who feels the respect which is due to others cannot fail to inspire in them regard for himself, while he who feels, and hence manifests, disrespect towards others, especially his inferiors, cannot fail to inspire hatred against himself. When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains, and the women come out to cut up what remains, jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains and go to your gawd like a soldier. Rudyard Kipling Herr Bartlett, your German is good and I hear also your French. Your arms - UP! |