Time

Here's some Meat Puppets lyrics from the Meat Puppets II album that come into my head now and then.

Time, time, it's so sublime. Well they say it's nonexistent but it's playing with my mind and phone calls don't cost a dime in the caverns of your feelings where the sun it never shines.

I remember when I was in elementary school, one day in class the teacher was teaching us about time, about seconds, minutes, hours, days, months, years, decades, scores, centuries, millennia, you know. When the teacher was teaching us about what a minute was, she took the clock off the wall, she had us stand up, told us to be quiet, and then told us to sit down whenever we felt like a minute had passed. We had to use our internal mind-timekeeper. Everybody sat down way too early.

It was just a neat experience, you know, in some ways. But I did that activity the other day, for fun; I tried to use my inner mind-sense to feel when one minute went by, and I did better than I did in elementary school.

They say that time goes faster the older you get, and I think that's true, but I’m not sure.
And I've heard that time is the fourth dimension but I don't know what that means. I just remember hearing that on some science-fictiony show on TV one time a long time ago. “Time is the fourth dimension.” The TV show, maybe it was Nova or some kind of educational show, I don’t know, but the TV show had some computer graphics on the screen of cubes that moved around in funny ways, like one of those old-time screen-savers, you know what I’m talking about? They had some mathematicians talking about it.