As we move further into the third millennium, perhaps now would be a great time to turn away from machine and atomic time, and return to the actual rhythms of the real world. Not the model. Not the fabricated. Not the fictitious nor mean. But the real. So, what is real?
Hours, minutes, seconds and weeks – they are all made up. There is nothing intrinsically 7, 24, or 60 about time. Time simply flows. Time zones, daylight savings too – all social constructs, designed by people for their particular self-interests, mostly as a means of social control, and in the world we live in today; technological, industrial, and increasingly sophisticated, yet still machines. All the data in the world will never teach you how to kiss, or love, or gaze in wonder at the heavens above. This is vastly more profound.
The sun, the moon, and stars these however, are real. They gyre and swoon, eccentric and elliptical, and ever in flux, often at teim-scales that exceed our capacity to easily recognise. The universe is not a clockwork; it is made of energy. It is not fixed; it vibrates. We are not separate from it, we are of it. In the natural world, time is elastic; it is liquid. it pulses and flows. It is fluid, not mechanical. Continuous, not zoned. Flexible; neither standardised nor mean. And yet legacy time systems rebel against these realities at every turn. Why?
The Industrial world view, and the time model it perpetuates is separated from reality. Separation seems to be a central principle; It literally exists apart. Rather than observe and conform to what actually is, the industrial time model asserts conceptual supremacy over the natural world it perports to desribe. Reality is too variable, too inconsistent — too alive — to be controlled, and so the actual univere is jettisoned for a more complient and regulatable model.
And yet it remains as true today as it was in 1841 when Ralph Waldo Emerson observed “a foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds.”
Some people say, time does not exist. It is an illusion, created by the mind, founded on separation. Which is exactly the what industrial time system is. Alienated. And, alienating.
But Mauna Kea stands calm and connected. It is a place from which the the earth almost touches heaven. Where even the industrial astronomical community will admit as having some of the most ‘stellar’ seeing from anywhere on the surface of this world. So much sky!. So still, and dark, dry and dust free the little atmosphere that slides above the summit. Overhead at night the stars shine and wheel across the sky, but hardly sparkle — the laminar flow of air over the summit so smooth flows. The moon and the sun swoon and dance the tides. And beneath them all, the mauna slowly revolves, breathing in and out once a day, the end and the beginning of each revolution. Not the suberb of some 19th century european empire, but the tallest pinnacle on the planet surrounded by the broadest ocean in the solar system.
Welcome to the Mauna.
Welcome to Time 2.0