Spelling Time without the "Y"

"i reckon that most people seem to think that time goes faster as you age. well, it seems the longest when you are about 7 years old waiting for dinner to finish so you can go out and throw or kick some ball for the span of 3 hours or until you can no longer see the cars that dart down the street. Those 3 hours of course will merely be a sneeze in your day, exterted with effort, but gone as soon as you have enjoyed the feeling. But, you go to school or sit on the bus or wait for an advert to turn over and those 3 minutes till the clock clicks another second feel over and over as if the hand were actually moving backward.

Enter your late teens and early 20's. You begin to realize that actually your life is not going to outpace glaciers or the development of the Oxford English Dictionary and will at the end expire just as the world gives up her ghost, but rather that it is going pretty friggin' (steve's word) fast. In fact, when you have gained that mighty age of 19, sipping furiously on the beer in your hand and shouting at the world that you can now blaze down the road at 80km in your parent's 84' hotrod station wagon time begins to shift. it seems to make a bend as if it were trugding grumbingliny up hill along with you until you nosed up to 18, then as you pass 19, wacks you on the hind-head in desperation to keep up. That is the beginning of the end.

My parents reckon that the 20's went quite quickly. I reckon it took the same amount of time, but they were mezmerized by something. No, I am not a physicist, nor a dentist, but I do know that the same sort of action that keeps your teeth hard and white if you brush keeps time moving at the same pace if you just take time to notice. 20 is like suddenly you have not the opportunity to spit on random passersby, nor skip classes because you saw your shadow, nor a good excuse to not have a job. What in a nutshell is this new business? it is responsiblity. You go from a slug inside of a cocoon, sucking morsels and nectar from the nearby tree and suddenly realize that in order to stretch your wings and fly, you have to face the wind, long-tongued animals, kids with too much time on their hands and still balance those dangers with the fact that as a butterfly living in an interconnected world, if you flap your wins and face south, a blaze will erupt from Mt Fuji and the possibility that the Netherlands will sink behind a higher wall of dikes is indefinite.

again, i study navels, not physics, but i assure you that as you age and things seem to move a bit more quickly, then slow down again in the end, it is not for or against you. you other ones that might wonder if you are god; you are not. time, is not at your command, however you need to make the most of it.

Thus, let us reckon that within Time, there exists you, me and the mention by Douglas Adams of Digital Watches (though the contextual relevance is dim) and it is actually something that we need to think of as the spice of life. I for one would not want to be soiling my trousers much past the age of 2 and if that were to be the fate of my life, i'd rather that I experience it quickly. But this is not about me and never was, it is about powerbooks, powerpencils and YOU. With that said, shall we propose that time is not about me, thus drop the 'I', add a 'Y' for you and reverse the 'e' and the 'm'? Thus doing, 'me' comes after 'you', but we all just gots ta get on in time, together. Seize the Day."

(Excerpt from THE BOOK THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN the HITCHHIKER'S GUIDE TO THE GALAXY) discussing the complete and utter waste of time that the reading of useless blogs such as this one truly is. If we may get back to the real issues, the senate has been bombared lately by the threats to veto First Speaker's inaugural speech on insects: INSECTS, WHY THEY FLY, EXOSCELETONS PARLIAMENTARIANS AND THE RIFRAFF AND ALL FORMS OF PUBLICIZED GOVERNMENTS:

and as discussed on paragraph 15, line 22.a/plural z alpha of Contextual Hybernation, we see that...