LMAO perfect

I agree that getting help is the best option, Elph. If you can't get joy out of things you like then I think the problem is not a lack of meaning, but depression. I mean that I think you're looking at your problem from the wrong angle.

^ I'm quoting this because I occasionally wonder about time. Anyone have any clever ideas about what it is? Sometimes it's labelled "a fourth dimension" and it's clearly important because nothing exists without it, but does anyone really know how or why one second ticks over into the next ? :confused:

I know elphenor was talking about different stuff like aspirations and memories, but his statement could also be rephrased like this:-

People can never go back because time never goes backwards - and theoretically people don't have to do anything except sit and wait because the future is gonna come to them anyway, regardless.
(That last part is an empirical result that you can confirm for yourself. To conduct the experiment at home you will need: one watch, one armchair.)

:laughing:

Time is fascinating. As you said, it differs from spatial dimensions in that it only can go in one direction, and that is linked to causality, but is causality an effect of the one direction of time, or does causality have a deeper cause and is the way time behaves an effect of it in order to comply? Why do we have one dimension doing this weird stuff?

He's a glutten for the drama at this point.
Music Banter has become his crying towel.
I speak from experience.

Elph, if you have issues and want them fixed, and can't do it yourself, get help.
If you have issues and don't want them fixed, carry on.
If you don't have issues and just enjoy the drama-bait, get a life.

Since getting sober 11 months ago after a 30 year binge, time is most blowing my mind having a newfound clarity.
First off I was averaging about a 3 hour re-charge nap every day. EVERY day.
At 8 months sober I realized I'd gained an additional month of awake time.
I keep getting hit with things and not being able to fully grasp how long it's been.
My wife mentioned Kelly Clarkson the other day and I had to check and still can't grock that the first season of American Idol was 17 freaking years ago. Seems like 8-9 inside my memory. So strange and it happens every stinking day with some random thing.

^I never thought about that, it must feel so strange. A bit like suddenly getting a sharp clear consciousness after a very long haze? Quitting after 30 ****ing years must have been tough, that's a amazing

It's pretty much the same with me.
Anything that's happened since (roughly) my mid to late twenties, when I think back on it, seems like it happened 1/2 to 1/3 as long ago as it actually did.

Is it like a weird reverse deja vu kinda feeling for you?

It mostly makes me sad that I have missed or glossed over so damn much.

Glutten?