Time, space and much ado about nothing


The Colour of Magic
Marnix Van Den Broeke
©RHI/Bill Kaye

I suppose it’s a given that, however much time we think we have, we never have enough. Especially if it’s teatime, or lunchtime, or holiday time. Or the time we thought we’d be able to set aside to do all the things we ever wanted to do, and to become the people we thought we wanted to be.

Indeed, the only certain knowledge of time travel that we have, despite the dafter theorising of physicists, cosmologists – and science fiction writers – all of whom, let’s face it, just don’t really know for sure, is that we are continually, inexorably,  moving forward, one nanosecond at a time. And we can’t go back.

Which pretty much concentrates the mind, if you really think about it, on the fact that there’s just no point at all in wasting time, in procrastinating, in putting things off, in saying “I’ll do that tomorrow.” Because, if truth be told, tomorrow never comes.

I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately, because if wasting time were a criminal offence I think I would have been up before the beak for most of my life!

I don’t consider myself all that old, and most of my bits still seem to be working, despite my health problems of recent years.  But I am old enough to realise that time IS going to run out, and much faster than I thought it would when I was a lot younger. After all, one day the sand in the hourglass is going to run out for each and every one of us, and if we spend too much time iffing and butting and faffing about well, we might as well never have bothered being here in the first place.

So from now on, as far as writing and stuff is concerned, I’m not only going to be concentrating on doing more of what I enjoy and less of what I think might get me somewhere in some parallel universe which I’m unlikely ever to reach.  I’m also going to be cutting back on really, really  time-wasterley things such as Farcebook and Twatter, and concentrating more of my online efforts on this blog, which at the very least will mean I’m only wasting my time on one thing instead of three.

As for ‘real’ life, well, I think I’ve now got to the stage where I have a lot less choice about what I can do, and I’m just going to have to get on and do what I can, as best I can.  At least then, I won’t be wasting quite as much time as I have in the past, which thankfully, according to current temporal theory, is actually long gone, and if I work hard enough, it might even be forgotten…

A. Stuart Williams 


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