Time, its a funny thing. Take this morning for instance, I managed to set my alarm incorrectly and didn't wake up until about 20 minutes after my prescribed time thereby having to rush to get all my important jobs (e.g. eating breakfast) done in time before I had to leave for work. What is a bit odd (or not, actually) is our obsession with timing and what it would mean if we freed ourselves up from this. For example, if we could go to work for 7 and a half hours at our 'leisure' without being tied to a specific time would we still do it? I'm not sure we would and maybe its not a good example anyway. Some things of course have to be timed, like trains, buses etc. and maybe, I could argue that everything should be timed, otherwise we would just float around at our own selfishly led pace not bothering about anything/anybody else. Perhaps this is why timing was invented in the first place, to get us organised, drilled or call it what you will. I can't think of many 'organised' things that would exist without some element of timing - shop opening hours, pubs etc. You can't really say to your mates 'see you in the pub!' without indicating some sort of timing however loose.
Anyway, I'm over my lunch break so I had better get out of here in time!
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