
Just occasionally I stumble across essay-writing that thrills me.
This is part of a piece* in a recent issue of
Philosophy Now by Professor Raymond Tallis on the nature of time:
“So, while we are pulling time out of the jaws of physics, we must not forget what an amazing, and deeply puzzling, activity ‘timing’ is. And its consequences are immeasurable. It transforms social life into a multitude of intermeshing ensembles harmonised by timepieces. We watch time and time watches us; and the portability of the watch compared with, say, the obelisk, locks together the watching and the watched more intimately. Inside these ever more tightly drawn temporal meshes, the clock rules our every moment. The living rhythms spelt out in our breathing, our walking and our beating hearts, are overridden by something totally different, symbolised by the way the watch we consult with fast-beating heart clasps our wrist, seeming to strangle our pulse. We dance to a rhythm of the shared day, of the common world, of the universe, that’s imposed and embraced: it is ours and not ours.
“This is not all bad, of course. Our lives are vastly enriched by keeping track of the time, and we are collectively and individually empowered by co-ordination: dancing to the music of clock time, we can work together more effectively to meet and anticipate our basic needs, to generate ever more complex ways of exploiting nature, and to erect defences against a universe that has no particular care for us. And wemust not underestimate what an extraordinary achievement this is.”
In recent years I’ve dispensed with watches (and my mobile phone is usually switched off). So I rely more and more on my sense of what time it is. It works for me.
*http://www.philosophynow.org/issues/90/A_Hasty_Report_From_A_Tearing_Hurry