“If you knew Time as well as I do,” said the Hatter, “you wouldn’t talk about wasting it. It’s him.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” said Alice.
“Of course you don’t!’ the Hatter said, tossing his head contemptuously. ÔI dare say you never even spoke to Time!” ( Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland)
Getting a firm grasp on time. On the one hand, Time, as an object, objective, given an existence of god, must be sustained by the will of the Creator. On the other, it must feel itself as a detached, separate and a distinct entity of its own.which is the basis of a very protracted and dynamic conflict at the heart of an identity crisis, chronic and perpetual concerning the role of Time as the intermediary, the buffer, the liaison, connecting creative force and created being. The binder between space and the cosmic soul with Time representing the process of being instead of the content of being.
On a more profound level, Time can be comprehended not as the order of things, or even as the pulsations of creative energy which generates a world, but as the foundation concept that makes this possible. The order of things, the seemingly non-chaotic and an understandable or at least palatable rhythm of existence is due to the concept concept as Time as a framework. Things happen within Time but are not connected to its essence, and that essence cannot be known directly and can only be described by events that occur within it. …
At first sight the ability to look back into Time would seem the most wonderful power that could be given to humanity. All lost knowledge would be recovered, all mysteries explained, all crimes solved, all hidden treasures found. Perhaps we might even reach the stage so poetically described by H.G. Wells in his short story The Grisley Folk:
A day may come when these recovered memories may grow as vivid as if we in our own persons had been there and shared the thrill and the fear of those primordial days; a day may come when the great beasts of the past will leap to life again in our imaginations, when we shall walk again in vanished scenes, stretch painted limbs we thought were dust, and feel again the sunshine of a million years ago.
With such powers would be like gods, able to roam at will down the ages. But only gods, surely, are fit to possess such powers. If the past were suddenly opened up to our inspection, we would be overwhelmed not only by the sheer mass of material but by the brutality, horror, and tragedy of the centuries that lie behind us. Also, how would we care for the idea for the idea that at some unknown time in the future, people not unlike ourselves may be peering into our own lives, watching all our follies and vices as well as our virtues? A still worse possibility is that the voyeurs of some decadent future age may use their perverted science to spy upon our lives. Yet perhaps even that is better than the prospect that we may be too simple and archaic to interest them at all.
Time travel cannot really be taken very seriously, yet it remains fascinating by appealing to deep instincts in humankind, and for that reason it will never die. More realistically than Time travel to the past is varying the rate at which we move, or appear to move, into the future: distortions of Time through the use of drugs. We may be able to slow it down, making possible the old dream of suspended animation and a one-way trip into the future like Rip Van Winkel’s, but we cannot accelerate it by means of drugs to the point of running two minute miles.
…There is a very important point about Time: When we say that Time begins, this does not imply that it is preceded by its absence. This absence of Time, non-Time, implies and additional concept of Time, an immeasurable Time, so we have Time and its absence, or at least the conceptual possibility, of Time and its absence as parallel fictions comprising tow sides of a simple and unique expression…( to be continued)…