Even if things should last, human life does not. We lose it daily. As we live the years pass through us and they wear us out into nothingness. It seems that only the present is real, for “things past and things to come are not”; but how can the present (which I cannot measure) be real since it has no “space”? Life is always either no more or not yet. Like time, life “comes from what is not yet, passes through what is without space, and disappears into what is no longer.” Can life be said to exist at all? Still the fact is that man does measure time. Perhaps man possesses a “space” where time can be conserved long enough to be measured, and would not this “space,” which man carries with himself, transcend both life and time?
Time exists only insofar as it can be measured, and the yardstick by which we measure it is space.
Já li no livro do escritor P. D. Ouspensky, Tertium Organum, que "o tempo é a quarta dimensão do espaço"; Faz sentido.
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Como tem gente louca por esse mundo afora. Fica no seu mundinho, Evandro. Vai se ratar!
"Life is always either no more or not yet" . o que me parece ser muitas vezes
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