"I dream of a hard and brutal mysticism in which the naked self merges with the nonhuman world and somehow survives...Paradox and bedrock."-Edward Abbey

14 March 2010

Daylight Hornswoggle

Spring forward! That's the cliche, isn't it? Nevermind the loss of an hour of sleep. One can make that up. Perhaps playing ketchup on all the lost sleep once one is dead, but one can make it up.

Depending on what's happening year to year depends on how disorienting the fucking with clocks is. Time is an abstract to me, and this happenstance even has an effect on me. I find myself a little out of it for a day or two whilst trying to enjoy the fact the sun is setting an hour later, but not. See, come closer to spring, we go and hoodwink ourselves that there's an extra hour of light by virtue of the tick-tock of the clock. It's a royal scam.

I suppose, back when the American Empire was more agrarian, this sort of thing might have worked. Or at least been more convincing. The American Empire is not so agrarian anymore. It seems the changing of clocks in the spring and fall is done more out of habit than any sort of practicality, and is believed in like Santa Clause or the Tooth Fairy; real, but not, because, deep down, we all know better.

The days are getting longer. That is the planetary tilt along its axis. Basic science there for you, whelps. It was happening long before the first monkey invented the first clock in an attempt to make sense of, control, and manipulate their environment, because when you know what time it is, you've really got a handle on things. The days length will fluctuate after the monkeys and their timekeeping machines are gone. As long as there's a world, spinning around its star, it'll happen, and springing forward or falling back has nothing to do with it.

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