Category: The Time Syndrome

After breakfast this morning I was checking the sports page for the standings in the hockey playoffs. My wife on the other side of the table uttered a low, unmistakably sentimental sigh. When I looked at her, Kay canted her head to one side and smiled most sweetly. Holding up…

“Bing bong” went the doorbell. Kay was in the garden planting onions, so I went to the door. It was our neighbor, Marie. I invited her in and offered to call Kay in from outside. “Don’t interrupt her,” she said. “I just wanted to drop off this book of Jack’s….

Last evening after dinner Kay and I went outside and sat on our front steps. The sky was powder blue and pink behind the full-blossomed Japanese plum trees that line both sides of our street. Now and again, here and there, another blossom or two would drop silently down. The…

The course of time A common way to visualize “time passing” is to pay attention to the hands of a watch or clock as they move around its face. As each hand moves on from any given mark, it leaves behind it a lengthening arc of the face’s circumference. History…

Just after lunch last Saturday the doorbell rang. Kay went to the door. I heard voices briefly, then a half-shrieked, “Oh no!” from my wife. I hurried to find out what had happened. Jack and Marie were there, looking distressed. They had been weeping. Kay too was obviously upset. Controlling…

Years ago when I became conscious that the mystery of time was deeply intriguing me, I never suspected that exploring the subject would be like following the course of a stream which becomes a great river. A stream may be temporarily blocked by a beaver dam here, then plunge over…

The conception of cosmic time as discrete suggests thoughts about God which I believe are worth setting forth. My presentation will at least demonstrate that in my mind this concept of time is deeply entangled with theological considerations. In science the subject of time, like all other physical phenomena, can…

Today is Sunday. A full year has passed since that grim day Michael left us. Jack called to invite Kay and me to come over in the afternoon to watch Michael’s video again. Kay suggested that he invite Barry Bard as well, since he was the one who found Michael…

            One morning on the eastern shore of a western island, I awakened early and decided to go for a walk along the beach. The firm sand bore no footprints but my own. The tide was still out. The air was chilly and damp, the sky dark with low, heavy…