I watched The Science Channel yesterday while having breakfast, a show hosted by Morgan Freeman called Through the Wormhole, and the subject was time. The essential argument related to the properties of the so-called fourth dimension.
One scientist went so far as to argue that time is an illusion, not real, a construct of the human mind. Only space exists, and it does so whether or not time is real.
I responded with a literary metaphor, and I think I should copyright it right here and now, before it slips away from me. So here it is.
Time is the page upon which the story of space is written. Burn the page, and the story is lost.
Someday, I think, we’re going to throw out the rest and decide that there really is only one dimension: space-time. We’ll see.
‘Til next time, and as always, remember: To write well, you must work hard. To succeed in this tough gig, you mustn’t be lazy (or discouraged).