Sunday, November 1, 2026

The Sweep of the Second Hand

This time today was yesterday when it was already yesterday. This morning in the wee, dark early hours, we fell back an hour (I've always liked how we keep that straight, 'spring ahead' and 'fall back') across most of the country.

I've never been clear how much of the rest of the world does this time-travel-but-standing-very still-stuff, although daylight saving time is utilized across significant portions of the earth's Northern Hemisphere. 

The why we move clocks forward and back is the part I will NEVER understand no matter how erudite the explanation. We share the planet with a nearly infinite number of other life forms from single-celled amino acids to the full scale and scope of the abiogenesis catalog (now available for only three easy payments...), and none of them have watches, much less the concern for time and its division and measurement that we, Homo sapiens, have.

We look up in surprise and dismay at the time and wonder where it's gone, when it hasn't actually gone anywhere. The end of a television program, a movie, a radio serial or other entertainment, a relationship with another person, or political alliance.

You don't have to be Richard to have misgivings about time and what we do with it. Merely being human will qualify. Until this time, tomorrow.
-bill kenny

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The Sweep of the Second Hand

This time today was yesterday when it was already yesterday. This morning in the wee, dark early hours, we fell back an hour (I've alway...