Time Is a Time Machine, a Logic of Perception

Blending the discrete into the continuous is the glamour that brings the world as we sense it into being. To the lumbering petro-jecon, we are but lightning flashes. Our entire life arc summed up at most with a single quadratic approximation. Hours pass before we change from one pose to another,. our minds as alien as the carbon dioxide glaciers on the horizon. We burn our candle at both ends. No wonder we are born and die before the petro- jecon has completed even one thought.