This is not a poem. Is barely something to sing, to dance to, but we’re dancing nonetheless, aren’t we? We’re swaying along in the breeze and it’s…magnifique. This is not a poem—it’s written in prose, has got perfect paragraphs, you see! It’s got no meter, only a half-hearted rhyme, and that’s fine, because this is…
“What, then, is time? If no one asks me, I know what it is. If I wish to explain it to him who asks me, I do not know.” —Augustine 1995, Book 11 What actually is Time? Is there even something like Time outside of our concept of Time? Then, probably the most fascinating of…
Where does that random idea, all with the imaginary bulb lighting up on your head come from? Where do thoughts come from? And how? If you’ve never thought about that before, here’s something to set the wheels moving in your mind. The Chicken or the Egg Ever think really hard about what came first: The…
