What Is Time?

http://youtu.be/Bia-y-W9YYU

 

Well it pretty much is proven to exist, like you say, as it is implied by the existence of anything. Everything has to become orderly before it can ever become disordered. Why would anything ever become orderly if the universe is purely driven to disorder?

I think people kind of gloss over the orderly side of the universe. They say it's no miracle that order occurs, and being no miracle it isn't even noteworthy that it occurs. Heck, we can see in human intentions that there is a force that creates order, if we are to reduce human intention to a force. Unless we're completely mistaken and everything we do is actually geared to create disorder. Which would make politics really funny.

 

Order from disorder: Only patterns that are beneficial to surviving entropy, will last and survive entropy.



For some period of time.

 

Those Instances Measured Eternally (?)

 

What is beneficial is the lowest possible energy state of the complete system which is self-organizing. When we no longer make distinctions between who we are and what we are doing we become poetry in motion like a finely tuned race car ready to leap into action. It is the self-organizing universe of a universal recursion in the law of identity where the only thing I know is that I know nothing. Curiouser and curiouser said Alice, wonder remains the beginning of wisdom.

 

Time - He's waiting in the wings
He speaks of senseless things
His script is you and me boys

Time - He flexes like a whore
Falls wanking to the floor
His trick is you and me, boy
Time - He's waiting in the wings
He speaks of senseless things
His script is you and me boys

 

Time is the fire within which we burn,
Memory the ice within which we freeze,
The river of time can freeze over,
For time is but the river of dreams,
When reality without dreams is but a nightmare,
And dreams without reality is someone's fantasy,
When time without memories is nobody's concern,
And time keeps flowing and freezing over,
As crap keeps randomly falling from the sky,
Yet, inexorably rolls downhill.
Time is poetry in motion,
Where infinity meets the void.

 

Or perhaps Time is a Melody of the song which with we live our life
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cZX8u1eCXzo

 

Time is the silent pauses in our conversations,
The silent spaces betwixt the notes and steps,
The silence that assuages the raging white noise,
The light that illuminates its own shadow,
Ensuring none is ever abandoned in complete darkness.