Time

Time is a subjective thing. Take an hour for example. When waiting
for pleasant company it can stretch and lengthen to resemble infinity
and once you are in that company it can pass with a heartbeat. So
unfair for perception to vary it so rudely.

If only the passage of time could be ordered up, like an item on a
menu instead of perversely slowing and speeding, without the least
regard for one's personal needs. "One hour, please, suitably long for
this romantic kiss," one could demand, or "One hour, quick as
possible, to spend waiting for that important phone call." Let some
clever entrepeneur come up with means, not requiring administration
of mind-altering drugs, and his fortune is made.

Hmmm, seems to me I vaguely recall a science fiction story that
attempted to broach this subhject. If I remember correctly one ended
up stealing hours from the end of life to add into the middle - and
hours given away from the middle were irretrievably lost. I don't
know the author but he must have been familiar with the universal
sense of humor I've come to recognize. The one where you can ask, or
pray if that is your wont, for some boon. Without specifics the boon
can be granted so as to be unrecognizable when it arrives.

"I wish my boyfriend would adore me," turns into a possessive,
jealous and ardent lover.
"I pray for some money," and one gets an insurance settlement after
an accident that maims.

I'll content myself with time as it is, I guess, zooming or halting
despite my efforts to change my perception.

(File this under "philosophical meanderings" - it's the BIG file!))