Continuing from above.
Time is an enigma. On the one hand, nothing is more familiar to us than time. We feel its passing, we measure it precisely with clocks, and we know one day we shall run out of it. On the other hand, if we are pressed to say what time is, to try to define it, we find it surprisingly difficult. And that goes not just for the proverbial man in the street, but also for the brightest philosophers and scientists.
St. Augustine, in his Confessions, book XI, wrote, “What, then, is time? I know well enough what it is, provided no one asks me. But if I am asked what it is and try to explain, I do not know.”
Centuries later, William James in his Principles of Psychology could do little better with time, admitting “Its meaning we know so long as no one asks…
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